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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty McCreery
Lead Vocals
Anthony Lamarchina
Cello
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Bryan Sutton
Mandolin
David Angell
Violin
David Davidson
Violin
Derek Wells
Electric Guitar
Eric Darken
Percussion
Frank Rogers
Programming
Gordon Mote
Piano
Greg Morrow
Drums
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
J.T. Corenflos
Electric Guitar
Jedd Hughes
Electric Guitar
Jelly Roll Johnson
Harmonica
Jim "Moose" Brown
Piano
Jon Randall
Background Vocals
Kristin Wilkinson
Viola
Matthew West
Background Vocals
Mike Johnson
Pedal Steel Guitar
Rachel Loy
Bass
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Shannon Forest
Drums
Wei Tsun Chang
Violin
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty McCreery
Songwriter
Frank Rogers
Songwriter
David Fanning
Songwriter
Kristin Wilkinson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Rogers
Producer
Beau Maxwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brady Barnett
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Williams Hank
Mastering Engineer
Justin Neibank
Mixing Engineer
Matt Rausch
Editing Engineer
Nathan Zwald
Additional Engineer
Neal Cappellino
Additional Engineer
Rich Ramsey
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richard Barrow
Recording Engineer
Scotty Alexander
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
You got your girls, and I got my boys
You got your gotta see this pin it on Pinterest
While we're out makin' noise
You got your chick flick, we got the game
You got your getcha tan on all day long
While I'm fishin' off a tailgate
I don't wanna be your friend
Nah, already got enough of them
For chillin', grillin', four-wheelin'
Baby, that ain't what I'm feelin'
I don't wanna just hang out
Nah, that ain't what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby, can't you tell by this kiss
I don't wanna be your friend
You got the tank top, and I got the jeep
We got an open road and a radio
With no place to be
You got that smile, and I got your hand
Oh, and if you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin'
I think you understand
I don't wanna be your friend
Nah, already got enough of them
For chillin', grillin', four-wheelin'
Baby, that ain't what I'm feelin'
I don't wanna just hang out
Nah, that ain't what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby, can't you tell by this kiss
I don't wanna be your friend
No, I don't wanna be your friend
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Yeah, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Girl, that's for sure
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
'Cause I wanna be so much more
I don't wanna be your friend
Nah, already got enough of them
For chillin', grillin', four-wheelin'
Baby, that ain't what I'm feelin'
I don't wanna just hang out
Nah, that ain't what I'm talkin' 'bout
Baby, can't you tell by this kiss
I don't wanna be your friend
Baby, let me show you again
I don't wanna be your friend
No, I don't wanna be your friend
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be
Writer(s): Frank Rogers, David Fanning, Scott Cooke Mccreery
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