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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Isabella Crump
Isabella Crump
Drums
Joelle Crocco
Joelle Crocco
Bass
Priscilla Parada
Priscilla Parada
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isabella Crump
Isabella Crump
Songwriter
Priscilla Parada
Priscilla Parada
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Saunier
Greg Saunier
Mixing Engineer
Alison Drager
Alison Drager
Producer
Logan Baker
Logan Baker
Producer
Lucas Steele
Lucas Steele
Mastering Engineer
Griffin Birkinbine
Griffin Birkinbine
Photography

Lyrics

I like to live in Pleasantville
Where nothing goes wrong
And life stands still
And when I'm in bed
Breakfast is served, and when I go out
Heads start to turn
And they say she's got guts
She's got charisma
She walks through the door,
You see it in her
And all of those boys
They want inside of her
Because she's hot to trot
But she's got a lot
Of things that she would rather not
You know that I'm just hot till I rot
And if you wanna hit it you can
And you know
That you don't always have to
Use your imagination
There's no such thing as Pleasantville
Because when I go out
I can't stand still
Because if I do you'll hunt me like gazelle
And I kinda like being hunted as well
And I know I've got guts
I've got charisma
Perfect body, such a hottie
Give it to ya
And all of those boys
They're deep inside of her
Because she's hot to trot
But she's got a lot of things that she would rather not
You know that I'm just hot till I rot
And if you wanna hit it you can
And you know
That you don't always have to
Use your imagination
And you know that I'm just hot till I rot
And if you wanna hit me you can
And you know that
You don't always have to use your imagination
I'm so scared
Of the day that I find what I'm looking for in you
The blissful disdain
From a man who wants nothing more than to take from you
The blissful disdain
For the ways that I like how you take what you want to
So spit in my mouth
And I'll chew it up and spit it right back at you
And you know that
I'm just hot till I rot
And if you wanna hit it you can
And you know
That you don't always have to
Use your imagination
And you know
that I'm just hot till I rot
And if you wanna hit me you can
And you know that
You don't always have to use your imagination
Written by: Isabella Crump, Priscilla Parada
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