Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer - Florida Georgia Line

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 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

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