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Florida Georgia Line
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Hell Raisin Heat of the Summe
Well daisy duke peek-a-boo I mightve learned a thing or two On a Friday night joyride Out there on the county line Drag racin til the blue lights chase us And we scattered like sparks From a black cat fuse Train bridge where we spray paint Skynyrd And the gold flakes glimmered In the cinnamon booze We were livin every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin all the caution lights We were learnin to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin to burn, we were burnin it Anything with a curve, we were turnin it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin heat of the summer Alabama on the Alpine Bust a cap on a deer sign Little backseat butterfly Home grown angel thatll get you high Thatll get you high We were livin every minute of the night 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Like there might never be another We were runnin all the caution lights We were learnin to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin to burn, we were burnin it Anything with a curve, we were turnin it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin heat of the summer
Yeah I see it clearer in the rearview mirror Than I ever did lookin out over the hood Yeah man, we had some damn good times And I sure hope everybodys doin good We were livin every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin all the caution lights We were learnin to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin to burn, we were burnin it Anything with a curve, we were turnin it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin heat of the summer The hell raisin heat of the summer The hell raisin heat of the summer
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