Number 3 and Number 7 (feat. Eric Church) 歌詞

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle Open top, open throttle Eighty-seven on a eighty-proof Runnin' through my lanes I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey Ain't no free quite like sixteen Still had half a foot to grow Makin' grown man mistakes Puttin' iron hearts to shame Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth run Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Should have gone to Heaven fast Learned a hard learned lesson that We all get more second chances than we should And number three and number seven don't add up to much good Flashin' lights, flashin' memories 'Fore my eyes, torn up bench seat Pickin' glass out of my right arm Made of never let you forget kinda scarred I lost that race when I let it start, but Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth run Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Should have gone to Heaven fast Learned a hard learned lesson that We all get more second chances than we should And number three and number seven don't add up to much good, no Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle Open top, open throttle Up in my head, I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth run Burnin' towards the checkered flag I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap) Had my hand wrapped around that drink Till that truck wrapped around that tree Should have gone to Heaven fast (should have gone to Heaven) Learned a hard learned lesson that We all get more second chances than we should (yes, we do) And number three and number seven don't add up to much good Don't add up to much good (don't add up to much good, no)