Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over

Oh me, oh me, oh my I just shut the club down, I ain't even try If you not fuckin' with us Test us and I guarantee we let it fly I always tell the truth, boy, I ain't gotta lie If you ain't fuckin' with us, don't come to our side See them rollin' with

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

Everything I'll ever need The fire that burns between you and me I don't know, whoa, whoa, what keeps me rollin' But I know, whoa, whoa what gets me through The sound of angels when I hear your voice I surrender, I don't have a choice I got rain but I

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever

Wait a while eternity Old Mother Nature's got nothin' on me Come to me, run to me, come to me now I'm rollin' my sweetheart I'm flowin' by God It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood I dream of

Mama says yes, Papa says no Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go We're gonna raise hell at the Union Hall Drive myself right over the wall Rip this joint, gonna save your soul Round and round and round we go Roll this joint, gonna get down low Start my

Baby jump in my Cadillac Slide in the middle or climb in the back We can dance all over the FM dial Sweet home country, Destiny's Child Sneak a little something in between Leanin' to an old school vinyl groove Talkin' 'bout how damn good it feels Slow

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on