Sometimes I feel like I can't even sing (say, say, the light) I'm very scared for this world, I'm very scared for me (say, say, the light) Eviscerate your memory Here's a scene You're in the backseat laying down, the windows wrap around (say, say, the

We went to the beach And we went to the beach Every year, the middle of June We crammed into that Astro van Tighter than a can of sardines We fought in the back And dad got mad And mama rolled the windows down "Y'all smell the salt of the beach?"

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

I need tints (windows tinted) I need tints (I need my windows tinted) I can't be flying down that 110 with a bad bitch in my whip And it's no good for me, it's so good for them I got way too much to lose, so roll your window up real quick They won't see

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Baby, you're perfect And if you like having secret little rendezvous If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do Baby, I'm perfect for you And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can’t even

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid