drink Lyrics by BRIM
You feel the breeze
Up in my chevy pickup, 2003
Ain’t got no windows, Call it country ac
I told my girl I’ll fix it right
So every friday night
Im working till its light
You best believe
only leather boots and denim jeans got my degree
but that don’t mean I learned a single thing
Im in a small town you cant see on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
So tell me why the liquors still inside the bottle
Help me pour it up until im seeing double
You don’t need to cut the whiskey with the bubbles babe
Don’t leave till you pour me that drink
Oh yeah
Built the semi truck to whip it down the street
I brought the ruger we gon’ shoot more than the breeze
all these women love me fish fear me and the sound
Of my bass boat with the 200 comin’ round
So saddle up baby this thing wont be getting stuck
No this ain’t no squatted watch your step cause this boy lifted up
I cant think better swim before I sink
So grab that whiskey baby pour another drink
You feel the breeze
Up in my chevy pickup 2003
ain’t got no windows, call it country ac
I told my girl I’ll fix it right
So every friday night
Im working till its light
You best believe
only leather boots and denim jeans got my degree
but that don’t mean I learned a single thing
Im in a small town you cant see on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
So tell me why the liquors still inside the bottle
Help me pour it up until im seeing double
You don’t need to cut the whiskey with the bubbles babe
Don’t leave till you pour me that drink
Oh yeah
So pour me another one going through shots like a double pump
I got my beer in my left empty in my right
So I need to double cup
Might as well double up
my head is spinning like double dutch
all of my fellas come with a caution
Morgan wallen dangerous
One two stepping till the moon gets drunk
And falls out the sky like a headshot
buck all the ladies went home, me and the fellas got stuck
So pour another drink bout to turn this bar up
You feel the breeze
Up in my chevy pickup 2003
ain’t got no windows, call it country ac
I told my girl ill fix it right
So every friday night
Im working till its light
You best believe only leather boots and denim jeans got my degree
but that don’t mean I learned a single thing
Im in a small town you cant see on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class
So tell me why the liquors still inside the bottle
Help me pour it up until im seeing double
You don’t need to cut the whiskey with the bubbles babe
Don’t leave till you pour me that drink
Oh yeah