It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

Do the way you do it Turn up the radio So what if we lose control So throw your hands in the air Come on and make this count It's only you and me, never mind this crowd Do it like nobody's around, whoa So put your hands in the air Come on and waste no

Giddy up, giddy up, pump it up girl Set it up, set it up I like how you do it Just put it in Reverse Cowgirl I like how you do it, do it, do it Just put your hands in the air Eh eh nah (Hey) Wave 'em around and go yee haw, yee haw

It's time that I make time for that Take a deep breath of mountain air Put on my glove and play some catch Wade the shore and cast a line Look up a long lost friend of mine Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss Start livin', that's the next thing on

Put this shit back in motion Mmm, hmmm, mmm Now's the time to just clear the air Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only We been ashin' our roaches Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up) Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up Now we both

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She'll put on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, do I look all right? And I say, yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see

I'm wishing I could rewind Put a cork back into that sweet red wine Put your midnight hair back up So you can let it fall one more time Untouch your skin So good so right, this is one night Float the moon back up in the sky Unkiss your lips and kiss 'em

Shitted on 'em, Man I just shitted on 'em Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,