Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Microwave
Performer
Nathan Hardy
Lead Vocals
Aaron Gossett
Electric Guitar
Tyler Hill
Electric Bass Guitar
Timothy Pittard
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bradley Nowell
Songwriter
Eric Wilson
Songwriter
Floyd I Gaugh IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Hardy
Producer
Jeremy Ferguson
Recording Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Mixing Engineer
Kris Crummett
Mastering Engineer
Aaron Gossett
Additional Producer
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer
Travis - Hill
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
I had a million dollars
But I'd, I spent it all
If I could find that Heina
And that sancho that she's found
I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd
What I really wanna know, ah, baby
What I really wanna say, I can't define
Well, it's love that I need
My soul will have to
Wait 'til I get back
Find a Heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
And I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I got' live it up
What I really wanna know, ah, baby
What I really want to say, I can't define
Got love, make it go
My soul will have to
What I really wanna say, ah, baby
What I really wanna say is, "I've got mine
And I'll make it, yeah, I'm comin' up"
Tell Sanchito that
If he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really wanna say is, there's just one
Way back, and I'll make it
My soul will have to wait
Writer(s): Bradley James Nowell, Eric John Wilson, Floyd I Iv Gaugh
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