I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade

So don't make me tear it up You know I don't give a fuck And I ain't here to shake things up But I got my hand on my gun Tear it up, tear it up yeah Here we go now, here we go I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang Put it right, thur like Ching-Chang You

I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (oh yeah) Right now, I'm in a state of mind Yeah, we turnin' it up Comin' out, even when it's rainin' down Oh, I just want you to come with me

It's our paradise and it's our war zone I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you So we'll piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so

I'm goin' insane, nobody knows All by myself, let the rain hit me Mask up my pain, hold back my tears Yeah, I take another shot Tryna just forget all the negative Devil laughin', meanwhile God explaining the benefits Listen, financial freedom Come and go

No where, no rules Crack a Bud Light, get into the groove Dancing in the middle of the night in the middle of a field Just turning it loose Hell yeah, that's us Don't need a downtown to get to tearing it up Setting the night on fire, on fire, on fire

Stomp your hands Clap your feet To the beat Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh) Woo-woo yeah Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down now mother don't play dead

Baller alert, better work for them dollars, yeah Work for them dollars, yeah Work for them dollars yeah Yeah, I tear them all up every year I'm the baller of the year, yeah Baller alert, it's baller alert Baller alert, it's a baller alert Ballin' every

We're gonna be alright Baby you just gotta make up your mind Oh yeah, oh yeah Baby, don't you know All o'them tears gon' come and go That every little thing is gonna be alright We decide it Baby don't you know

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place