Karaoké 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

And drag racin' 'till 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