Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nate Smith
Nate Smith
Background Vocals
HARDY
HARDY
Background Vocals
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Acoustic Guitar
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Steel Guitar
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessie Jo Dillon
Jessie Jo Dillon
Songwriter
Michael Hardy
Michael Hardy
Songwriter
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Songwriter
Hunter Phelps
Hunter Phelps
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Johnson
Ben Johnson
Additional Engineer
Justin Schipper
Justin Schipper
Additional Engineer
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Additional Engineer
Lindsay Rimes
Lindsay Rimes
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Wills
Zach Wills
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering Engineer
Harrison Tate
Harrison Tate
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You gonna hang or not? Man, your beer got hot 'Cause you snuck outside again You been on your phone like all night long 'Cause she don't trust you with your friends Yeah, we're thick as thieves and if it was me I'd want you to let me know So shoot this Crown and hear me out But don't get me wrong I ain't saying that she ain't drop dead But boy, she knows it when she turns them heads Got a good girl dress that you love when she slips on But your floor ain't the only one it's been on Brother, I ain't tryna start no fight Ain't what you wanna hear on a Friday night I know she's got you in a love drunk whirlwind But man to man, nobody likes your girlfriend Mm, she don't like your church, and dude, she's the worst When she gets a little know-it-all buzz She hates your favorite bands and she don't miss a chance To cut you down in front of us Yeah, I know that you say she's the best you ever had Maybe that's why your head's in the sand 'Cause we know she ain't single, but damn, she looks single If you're looking at her Instagram I ain't saying that she ain't drop dead But boy, she knows it when she turns them heads Got a good girl dress that you love when she slips on But your floor ain't the only one it's been on Brother, I ain't tryna start no fight Ain't what you wanna hear on a Friday night I know she's got you in a love drunk whirlwind But man to man, nobody likes your girlfriend Not your momma, not your daddy, not your sister Everyone that loves you hates seeing you with her Didn't wanna be the one to let you know And I'm just saving you a heartbreak down the road, oh Yeah I ain't saying that she ain't drop dead But boy, she knows it when she turns them heads Got a good girl dress that you love when she slips on But your floor ain't the only one it's been on Brother, I ain't tryna start no fight Ain't what you wanna hear on a Friday night I know she's got you in a love drunk whirlwind But man to man, nobody likes your girlfriend Not your momma, not your daddy, not your sister Everyone that loves you hates seeing you with her But man to man, nobody likes your girlfriend
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, Michael Hardy, Ben Johnson, Jessie Jo Dillon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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