Pop pop a top off and get your good time on Boys, if you're ready to get rock, we don't stop We poppin' off like a bottle rocket most shots Girls, will do me a favor, pour another Yeager, shake your money maker I'm just a country boy singin' my song So

Oh baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to be Will it end for you and me? I remember it so well Back when the weather was cool We used to have so much fun

I can't let her go She's still here fighting Better know there's life in her yet Time will take us all, and turn us into stones Hung over fragile bones Let her go, let her go, let her go She still remembers the time that was uncomplicated But sure as the

Bringing me down Making my heart feel sore Because it's good Dark shines So be mine and your innocence I will consume Passing by you light up my darkest skies You'll take only seconds to draw me in Hold your hands up to your eyes again Hide from the

Orange funnels and snowy tunnels The moon begins to rise upon my fallen eyes I'm taken back to firelight A drunken dreamer's plan to stay just as I am Amidst the dancing paradise A case of beer, a smile, a motorcycle child I feel the glow surround me And

I'm a grown ass man You ain't gonna change my ways And I ain't set in stone I'm set in that red Georgia clay, man I was brought up on that book My grand-daddy's knee You can bet your ass that I know who I am Yeah, I'm a grown ass man They said I could

(Ground beneath my feet) I need that (Ground beneath my feet) to feel that I need that (ground beneath my feet) to feel that (Ground beneath my feet) to feel that, I need that I need that home, I'm coming home, I'm coming home 'Cause it's life that I've

Vivir mi vida la la la la Voy a reír, voy a gozar Voy a reír, voy a bailar Y para qué llorar, pa' qué Si duele una pena, se olvida Y para qué sufrir, pa' qué A veces llega la lluvia Para limpiar las heridas A veces solo una gota

We don't need rehab What do you see, when you look at me? Don't cover my scars, let them bleed Tell me, is this how it's supposed to be? Well then, I'm so, I'm so happy We don't need rehab, mmm mmm I pay them girls just to get love I pay them to lie to

I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris Tanqueray and Alize, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time, I smoke that good shit I stay high all the time, man, I'm on some hood shit Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch