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Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer - Florida Georgia Line
Well daisy duke peek-a-boo

I might've learned a thing or two

On a Friday night joyride

Out there on the county line

Drag racin' 'til the blue lights chase us
And we scattered like sparks
From a black cat fuse

Train bridge where we spray paint Skynyrd
And the gold flakes glimmered
In the cinnamon booze

We were livin' every minute of the night

Like there might never be another

We were runnin' all the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner

If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it

Just wildfires out there under

The hell raisin' heat of the summer

Alabama on the Alpine

Bust a cap on a deer sign

Little backseat butterfly

Home grown angel that'll get you high

That'll get you high

We were livin' every minute of the night

Like there might never be another

We were runnin' all the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner

If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it

Just wildfires out there under

The hell raisin' heat of the summer

Yeah I see it clearer in the rearview mirror
Than I ever did lookin' out over the hood

Yeah man, we had some damn good times
And I sure hope everybody's doin' good

We were livin' every minute of the night

Like there might never be another

We were runnin' all the caution lights
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner

If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it

Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it

Just wildfires out there under

The hell raisin' heat of the summer

The hell raisin' heat of the summer

The hell raisin' heat of the summer