Florida Georgia Line - Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer

"Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer" 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 [Chorus] 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 [Repeat Chorus] 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 [Repeat Chorus] The hell raisin' heat of the summer The hell raisin' heat of the summer