Letra de Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer

Well daisy duke peekaboo I might have learned a thing or two On a Friday night joy right Out there on the county line Drag race until the blue lights chase us And we scatter like sparks from a black cat fuse Train bridge where we sprayed pink skinner And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze We were living every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were running all the caution lights We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner If there was something to burn, we were burning it Anything with a curb we were turning it Just wildfires out there under The hell raising heat of the summer Alabama on the Alpine Bust a cap on a deer sign A little backseat butterfly Homegrown angel that'll get you high That'll get you high We were living every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were running all the caution lights We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner If there was something to burn, we were burning it Anything with a curb, we were turning it Just wildfires out there under The hell raising heat of the summer Yeah, I see clearer in the rear view mirror Than I ever did looking out over the hood Yeah man we had some damn good times And I sure hope everybody's doing good We were living every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were running all the caution lights We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner If there was anything to burn, we were burning it Anything with a curb, we were turning it Just wildfires out there under The hell raising heat of the summer The hell raising heat of the summer The hell raising heat of the summer