Chase Rice - 50 Shades Of Crazy

You got a Daytona gold tan Skin like the soft sand Girl, you're as cool as the blue on a cold can Little bit of wild child Coming through that tipsy smile With your wearing-whatever-the-hell-you-want kinda style The kinda naughty habit I could get used to [Chorus:] You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping And I'm as gone as I've ever been And it ain't weed or whiskey, baby You put your hands on me I'll put my hands on you We'll get outta hand, girl I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit Can't kick this kind of craving Girl, you drive me 50 shades of crazy Hint of a lime twist Cinnamon lipstick Your dropping hips give a glimpse of your secret Starts with just a kiss Then we take innocent Put it in the rearview And haul ass straight for sin [Chorus] Girl, I lose my mind A little more every time I feel you reaching 'cross the line Then I feel your body unwind [Chorus] 50 Shades of crazy You put your hands on me I'll put my hands on you We'll get outta hand, girl I'll deal you whatever hand you want me to I can't quit Can't kick this kind of craving Girl, you drive me 50 shades of crazy