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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Acoustic Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Keyboards
Herbert Lee Hendricks
Herbert Lee Hendricks
Bass
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Songwriter
AJ Babcock
AJ Babcock
Songwriter
Pete Good
Pete Good
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Co-Producer
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Co-Producer

Lyrics

You gotta be kidding me, Chesney Every time I turn the ignition, you're on the radio again And in the shotgun of my vision there she is Where she was but she's not, thanks a lot, man Hey, like my heart needs your help in the breaking department Yeah, she's already got that taken care of No offense, but Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny, man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny (yeah) Kenny, please Hell, even your new tracks hurt Your voice is like a mean time machine It only goes backwards Ain't a station you ain't on Need to change it but I don't really want to I just keep loving her And hating you Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny Man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny Shut up, Kenny Shut up, Kenny Leave me alone, keep your songs to yourself Why you gotta sound just like she felt? When your stuff was the shit we drove around to And even your sad songs were fun to make out to Come on, Kenny Man, you know I like your music But I hate the way I love the way it hurts when I listen to it I know, I need to rip the radio out the dash, but I can't Damn Shut up, Kenny (every time I turn the ignition) Come on, Kenny (every time I turn the ignition) Every time I turn the ignition You're on the radio again And in the shotgun of my vision There she is where she was but she's not Thanks a lot, man Hey, like my heart needed your help in the breaking department Ah
Writer(s): Peter Good, Walker Hayes, Aaron Babcock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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