drink Songtext
von Brim

You feel the breeze
Up in my Chevy pickup, 2003
Ain′t got no windows, call it country AC
Told my girl I'll fix it right
So every Friday night
Yeah, I′m working till it's light

You best believe
Only leather boots and denim jeans
Got my degree
But that don't mean I learned a single thing
I′m from a small town you ain′t seen on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class


So tell me
Why the liquor's still inside the bottle
Help me
Pour it up until I′m seeing double
You don't need
To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
So don′t leave
Till you pour me that drink

Built the SEMA 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 coming round
So saddle on up, baby, this thing won′t be getting stuck
No, this ain't no squatted—watch your step 'cause this boy lifted up
I can′t 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
Told my girl I'll fix it right
So every Friday night
Yeah, I′m working till it's light


You best believe
Only leather boots and denim jeans
Got my degree
But that don′t mean I learned a single thing
I'm from a small town you ain′t seen on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class

So tell me
Why the liquor's still inside the bottle
Help me
Pour it up until I'm seeing double
You don′t need
To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
So don′t leave
Till you pour me that drink

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
Yeah, 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
Told my girl I'll fix it right
So every Friday night
Yeah, I′m working till it's light

You best believe
Only leather boots and denim jeans
Got my degree
But that don′t mean I learned a single thing
I'm from a small town you ain't seen on a map
Where the tea still got some sugar and the ladies still got class

So tell me
Why the liquor′s still inside the bottle
Help me
Pour it up until I′m seeing double
You don't need
To cut the whiskey with the bubbles, babe
So don′t leave
Till you pour me that drink