More songs by Jordan Davis
Description
Additional Engineer, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Paul DiGiovanni
Recording Engineer: Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Additional Engineer, Background Vocalist: Trey Keller
Mixing Engineer: Jim Cooley
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Production Coordinator: Mike Griffith
Production Coordinator: Rose Hutcheson
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Jordan Davis
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Davis
Composer Lyricist: Joshua Cole Jenkins
Composer Lyricist: Matt Jenkins
Lyrics and translation
Original
I gotta hand it to you, you're hard to handle. Stole every bit of my move and now
I'm like a vandal. Left me in rough shape, busted up, black and blue.
Waiting on the hands of time to do what they supposed to do 'cause.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come. Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in.
I close my eyes, you come creeping in. I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby
I keep on finding out. Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around.
Yeah girl, I'll shoot you straight, I poured some bourbon on it.
If it was a sunrise, hell, I'd just pull the curtains on it.
I could say it's easy, but that'd just make me a liar. Stomping out your flame is more like putting out a wildfire.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come.
Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in.
I close my eyes, you come creeping in. I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby
I keep on finding out. Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around. Thought it was just a phase that
I was going through. I guess I underestimated getting over you 'cause.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come. Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in. I close my eyes, you come creeping in.
I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby I keep on finding out.
Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around.
English translation
I gotta hand it to you, you're hard to handle. Stole every bit of my move and now
I'm like a vandal. Left me in rough shape, busted up, black and blue.
Waiting on the hands of time to do what they supposed to do 'cause.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come. Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in.
I close my eyes, you come creeping in. I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby
I keep on finding out. Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around.
Yeah girl, I'll shoot you straight, I poured some bourbon on it.
If it was a sunrise, hell, I'd just pull the curtains on it.
I could say it's easy, but that'd just make me a liar. Stomping out your flame is more like putting out a wildfire.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come.
Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in.
I close my eyes, you come creeping in. I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby
I keep on finding out. Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around. Thought it was just a phase that
I was going through. I guess I underestimated getting over you 'cause.
Girl, what you left 'round here's beating me up.
Would've thought by now you'd have had enough, but here you come. Throwing them haymakers left and right.
Won't you show a little bit of mercy on this heart of mine?
I made this bed you ain't sleeping in. I close my eyes, you come creeping in.
I'm on the ropes throwing in the towel. Trying to forget you, but baby I keep on finding out.
Your memory sure don't mess around.
Your memory sure don't mess around.