| The dust flying around the drugs circling round
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| One arm is going up and down
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| One arm around her tonight
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| There’s no shadow standing round
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| We watched the world going round
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| Through the hoppings while we dance in the headlight
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| Lemme paint you a portrait
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| One more feeling from a work week’s that has been tortured
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| We’ve been caged in the fortress
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| Forfeiting our good time indoors friends
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| Force couldn’t hold on
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| Passed all our overtime now we’re gone
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| Clocked out hauling ass back home
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| Bout to have a blast so hold on
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| Sunset sitting on the doorsteps
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| Coming up from under them tires i’m flying home
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| As I’m going to get something to sip
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| With ma chick riding shotgun right or wrong
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| Good times called up ma buddy
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| Said don’t worry I bought enough for us all so come on
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| Now we’re in the middle of the headlight
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| The dust flying around the drugs circling round
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| One arm is going up and down
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| One arm around her tonight
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| There’s no shadow standing round
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| We watched the world going round
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| Through the hoppings while we dance in the headlight
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| We’re living in a fast kept time
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| Not much time to pass the time
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| Or tell favorite pass times
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| But when I mash mine ima on those headlights
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| Bring em up here whenever the moonlights bright
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| Let em get a glimpse of the gift God’s give to a kid as a kid
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| Now y’all not living if you never been in the middle of those Trucks
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| Circled up with those lights just casting shadows at the back Of you
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| As you hold your love and you hold your lust
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| Ain’t nothing as fine as a woman in boots
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| That’s the truth
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| Especially on a dirt road
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| As the Charlie Farley clique crew holds a beer
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| That’s right
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| The dust flying around the drugs circling round
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| One arm is going up and down
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| One arm around her tonight
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| There’s no shadow standing round
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| We watched the world going round
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| Through the hoppings while we dance in the headlight
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| Whether we’re popping the guns or cutting the rug
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| You better believe we’re having fun
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| Living the love living every minute the man up above has given To us
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| We’re kicking the dust yeah
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| We’re living it up in the middle of these drugs
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| Sipping from these jugs spitting in these cups
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| Anybody wanna have fun then you better come see us
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| The dust flying around the drugs circling round
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| One arm is going up and down
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| One arm around her tonight
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| There’s no shadow standing round
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| We watched the world going round
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| Through the hoppings while we dance in the headlight |