Letra de Good Times Roll (feat. Jimmie Allen)

Yeah, yeah, yeah Brand new laces Fresh pair of jays, pocket full of blue faces And I ain't rockin' nothin' basic Vanilla rollie on my wrist, I be ice, ice, baby Good times, good vibes Somewhere where I can go crazy I need a good ride with some good tires (yeah) And I ain't talkin' Mercedes Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up A few folks in my 4x4 Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked I got the good fire rolled Tennessee to atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama Yellin' out the window, "roll tide roll" Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me Through the swamps of the 504 (Ooh, ooh, yell it out) let the good times roll (Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll Still kinda hazy (uh) We still in this truck (goin' down, down, baby) We're gettin' small town faded (uh) Spinnin' mud through the tires of my f150 Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up A few folks in my 4x4 Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked I got the good fire rolled Tennessee to atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama Yellin' out the window, roll tide roll Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me Through the swamps of the 504 (Ooh, ooh, yell it out) let the good times roll (Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up A few folks in my 4x4 Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked I got the good fire rolled Tennessee to atlanta, 'cross the street to Alabama Yellin' out the window, roll tide roll Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me Through the swamps of the 504 (Ooh, ooh, yeah, yell it out) let the good times roll (Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll (Ooh, ooh) goin' down, down, baby (Ooh, ooh) let the good times roll