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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randall King
Randall King
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam James
Adam James
Songwriter
Greylan James
Greylan James
Songwriter
Mikey Reaves
Mikey Reaves
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randall King
Randall King
Producer
Jared Conrad
Jared Conrad
Producer

Lyrics

She's a night in California
She's a cigarette and I'm the vinyl seat
She's blacktop, I'm Arizona
Now I'm hitchhiking at high noon on bare feet
Says she's bad for me, but she ain't
She kills me now she's all I can drink
Give me something that burns like her
Give me something that hurts like heaven
That kind of fire in my heart, leaving smoke in my shirt
I'll take it any way I can get it
Give me something that burns like her
Something that burns like her
Some nights just hard to handle
Some nights she comes at me
So easy to hold, if her soul's a Roman candle
I wanna spend all my life taking in the show
Once she puts a strike on that match
Oh, you know there ain't no going back
Give me something that burns like her
Give me something that hurts like heaven
That kind of fire in my heart, leaving smoke in my shirt
I'll take it any way I can get it
Give me something that burns like her
Yeah, something that burns like her, yeah
This feeling that I'm feeling right now
Like it's been forever, chasing it down
Give me something that burns like her
Give me something that hurts like heaven
That kind of fire in my heart, leaving smoke in my shirt
I'll take it any way I can get it
Give me something that burns like her
Something that burns like her
Give me something that burns like her
Yeah, something that burns like her
Written by: Adam James, Greylan James, Mikey Reaves
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