Camaro Thursday, F150 Friday, Saturday 50 shots to set it off for bustas tryin to carjack me Sunday only 'gon wash my tone up wit my girl sippin wine
drink the wine. I see the hungry clouds up above your face And then the tears roll down, what a bitter taste. And then you drift away on a summer's day
to understand) Makin my heart cold and my head hot Cause's bread not Comin in and I'm losin my cool Like the summer wind strollin through (we're talking
stand by your word cuz your word is your balls (*Inhales*) Lose one your losing them all (*exhales*) All hail to alcohol Cuz it's my turn now try again tomorrow [Chorus] Roll
one love It sounds bugged, drinking wine from the same jug One heart, one mind, one soul She ain't a gold digger, she don't care about your bank-roll
fly away girl Let me show you 'round a country boy's world Somewhere between there on a dirt road When I rolled down my window She smelled the scent of wildflowers on the summer
a Tootsie Roll Reality is not for me And it makes me laugh Oh, fantasy world and Disney girls I'm coming back Patti Page and summer days On old Cape
I think of you when summer stars are on the rise I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar Gettin
can stand by your word cuz your word is your balls (*Inhales*) Lose one your losing them all (*exhales*) All hail to alcohol Cuz it's my turn now try again tomorrow [Chorus] Roll
roll Oh, reality, it's not for me And it makes me laugh Oh, fantasy world and Disney girls I'm coming back Patti Page and summer days On old cape cod
hair in the wind And me with that crazy grin under those summer skies When dreams were too young to die And we were a rock, ready to roll And there
I think of you when summer stars are on the rise I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar Getting
fall through Brand new china k monster with the sun roof Cherry with the lumber, birds cheap numbers That's how we do it bitch stuntin' every summer Born breaded soldier, known high roller
my nigga be sippin the finest wine and spendin G's, makin trips back and forth to Texas, we flyin; tryin to make a mill' y'all Cause we roll with the
guess the driveway, is the end of the road. For us it's too, late. Let the credits start to roll. Let the credits start to roll. Oh, yea, yea, yea
of antagonists No assistance movin' motionless mysterious swiftness Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain Mental gives the signal to the physical Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle Violent temperaments, uncountenance dented Poison vintage wine
, so we roll up in all our style With the brothers yellin', summer bunnies Summer bunnies drive me crazy Summer bunnies drive me crazy Summer bunnies drive me crazy Summer
looking for is the kind of man that comes home with candy and flowers sayin' "come on put on your dancing shoes cause we're gonna wine and dine, wine