She's a little red wine, he's a little bit of whiskey smoke. He's ragged on the edge, she's keepin' him holdin' out hope. She's a front pew hallelujah, drop another 20 in the plate.
Somebody said that saw you walking this up alone. Switching up your hair, got your freak em dress on,. Afraid that you were fresh, like you about to perform.
That sunset straight up as it gets. Short shorts restin' just right on your hips. Kiss chillin' on your lips,. I'm for sure gonna get it in a minute. First time I take another sip.
When you got a rocking chair. On your front porch, tip it back. When you got a Georgia Bulldog. Ball cap, tip it back. . When you're parked back off a dirt road.
The mixtape's got a little Hank, little Drake. A little somethin' bumpin' thump, thumpin' on the wheel ride. The mix in our drink's a little stronger than you think.
This is how we roll-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh. We hangin' 'round singing out everything on the (Oh Yeah) radio-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oohh. We light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, light it up, yeah.
When the sun comes up. We party down. We got that music way up loud. And all the girls. Hanging out of the truck. Singing hey, that's what's up. . A little bit of Southern on the rocks.
The mixtape's got a little Hank, little Drake. A little somethin' bumpin' thump, thumpin' on the wheel ride. The mix in our drink's a little stronger than you think.
What'd he do this time?. Did he break your heart?. I can tell you been crying... and baby here you are.. And I always know any time you show up at my door past 11 o'clock.
Do you like it when the meter's jumpin'?. You like the sound of them horses runnin'?. Do you like it when the tweeter's tweetin'?. Do you like it when the back seat's bumpin'?.
I'm gonna wear my flip-flops and. I'm gonna play some flip-cup and. Rock a little bit of hip-hop and Haggard and Jagger. And throw a 20 on the corn hole game.
Laying back against this windshield. Parked out in this Georgia red field. This is where we burn our summer nights. Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma.
I'd sell my soul just to see your face. And I'd break my bones just to heal your pain. And in these times I need a saving grace. . but time is running out and I'm starting to lose my faith.
Girl, you melt me like ice in whiskey. With those blue flame looks that you give me. You can't hide what's inside. And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off with me again.
Got on my smell good, got a bottle of feel good. Shining my wheels good, you're looking real good. Take a stack of cash out, I'm bout to blast out. Til I run the gas out, I'm going all out.
This is for my people back home. We're lighting one up, feel the love. We wouldn't be here without ya. This is for my people back home. Mix it strong, pour it out no doubt.
Hammerin' a nail. Stackin' them bales. I'm dog tired by the 5 o'clock hour. But I'm ready to raise some hell. And Jesse's gettin' ready. I'm gassin' up the Chevy.
I still go riding around town. With the windows down and your feet up on my dash. Got your rays on and my hands back and we're feeling cool as cash. The night is on, like you ain't even gone.
Hey hey hey hey. Where my party people. Oh oh oh oh. . Put the stereo on the roof and crank the JBLs. (Give me something with a backbeat. With country in the rap beat.
Don't act like y'all didn't know. This wasn't comin', alright. . You know Tommy gonna trick his truck. Jack it up big time. Lift kit, chrome tips. Spit shinin' like a diamond.