Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer

Well daisy duke peek-a-boo I might've 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 that'll get you high That'll get you high 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 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 everybody's 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 --- Hell Raisin' Heat of the Summer - Florida Georgia Line