Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

Get your lighters, roll that sticky, let's get higher (Let's get high). Got that blueberry yum yum and it's that fire (It's that fire). Think I'ma try something that I ain't, that I ain't never did before on this one Got a lil' bit of blueberry yum yum,

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

(Aha, aha, aha) I said me and my backwood Ooh we be vibing so good Said papa gon' roll one for me He gon' get me lit, he my everyday smoke Baby let it fall right through me Give me one more hit of that everyday nasty, so nasty Light me up, till my

Keep moving on Let the engines roll It's time to burn it down Face your fear Accept your war Keep bleeding on 'til the day you die Forever love it loud, Hellfire, doom

Yeah, I'm throwed off Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll Yeah, I'm going off Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small

I got that Trunk Muzik To the DJ's Out cruisin' Everybody hop in the Cadillac And outta back I'ma throttle the Chevrolet's With the bottom won't you roll the window down If ya cruisin' Alabama's unanimous animal Yelawolf On the eight O eight come and

I, I could light it up for you We can light it up Acting like your favorite drug, raise a cup Like a stone you watch it fall And let it roll out over the fields You take your time and watch it crawl Like you're the big shot symphony But oh what would you

Let’s go, let’s leave There’s a whole wide world for us to see Just roll with me Cause there ain’t no doubt this is meant to be I pick you up on the corner of now and never We can run all the red lights down forever I gotta tank filled up with gasoline

It's why we drink too much on Friday nights Why we break and fall back in love Why we roll around in a bed of a truck Why we all stop when we hear that one and she whispers turn it up For a second we're bulletproof We get lost in a song or two The world