Verse 1
Yeah I work all summer
Blast wipin’ tears
Right all of my body we are drinkin’ beers
Hot cotton grass, bussin’ ass
Leave no snapper works back in cash
Verse 2
Only 95 yours to lean my way
Wafer every year on a toe tone pain in a plaided man
A couple nothin’ grippin’ ass tearing hand
Chorus
in a lane
are on tailgate
in
highway
a all I take
I can’t it
I’m a lining
Verse 3
old three shouldn’t quit on me
do I on Johnson’s crib
She since we’re clear
I in of year
Chorus
in a lane
are on tailgate
in
highway
a all I take
I can’t it
I’m a lining
Pre-Chorus
I couldn’t say explain of dash
she I got fast
Chorus
in a lane
are on tailgate
in
highway
a all I take
I can’t it
I’m a lining
Yeah
A lining
A lining
