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.
I'm in a hurry to get things done. Oh I rush and rush until life's no fun. All I really gotta do is live and die. But I'm in a hurry and don't know why.
I wake up to find myself. After all these years. And where all the time has gone. Still seems so unclear. 'Cause there's no one else. Since I found you.
Well daisy duke peekaboo. I might have learned a thing or two. On a Friday night joy right. Out there on the county line. Drag race until the blue lights chase us.
Let's turn it up loud, mix it up strong. Lean it back slow, get your feel good on. Cut 'em off short, roll it up tight. Let it unwind tonight. . Drop down the top down on the Pontiac.
When the sun had left and the winter came. And the sky fall could only bring the rain. I sat in darkness, all broken hearted. I couldn't find a day I didn't feel alone.
When I get my hands on you,. I'm gonna do every little everything, anything girl. that you want me to, when it's finally just you and me,. We'll let tonight turn tomorrow back into the night,.
You were a whip around town. Tinted windows down. Alabama bound. Dixieland delight. . You were a summer silhouette. A Sunday cigarette. A hand me down cassette.
Well I'm talking 'bout a hometown. A little party back in the pines. I'm really thinkin' 'bout your house. And your couch, and getting some. On a Saturday night.
h, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. . Pretty thing you're making me go back. Looking like a Shania Twain throwback. Picture perfect girl I gotta post that.
Strawberry shimmer on hot lips,. Silver buckle hangin' off her hips.. I sparkle when she smiles.. Shine down on the radio dial.. Homemade jar, lemmon drop, take a sip..
I don't want to wait until it's friday. Before we hit it sideways. I'm out in your driveway right now. And we ain't gotta wait until it's your birthday.
Yeah, blame it all of my rooms. I show up and bubs. Ruing your black top.. Last one to know, last one to shoe. I was last one you thought you've see there.
It's not too late. Let me take you on a midnight drive. I might sound crazy baby. Maybe somewhere under the stars. In my car, in the dark. We can park, I don't care what we do.
You get your hands in it. Plant your roots in it. Dusty headlights dance with your boots in it. Dirt. . You write your name on it. Spin your tires on it.