| I see you lookin' at me, baby
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| How’s it goin' on with y’all, how y’all doin'?
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| Y’all heard my new song yet? |
| Naw
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| Imagine this, just imagine the lake and the water right there
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| Of course, some beer and some girls, right
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| It was 2000 and something
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| Just drinkin' beer, we were up to nothing
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| Sandbars and rope swing island
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| Jumpin' train tracks and low gas mileage
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| Speakers bumpin' on a Malibu
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| Spent my summertime back home, the only way I knew how to
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| Thirty a rack, couple of friends
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| Wake surfing, wakeboarding 'til the day ends
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| Gettin' that summer love, under that Georgia sun
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| Slippin' her hand in min, with farmer tan arms and bikini lines
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| Up in pontoon boats, shootin' them Natty Lights
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| Livin' lif down below, in the summer of 2000 and I don’t know
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| Ray Bans and snapbacks on a Saturday
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| Cut-off blue jeans only look good with a Naturday
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| Pretty girls topless like their Jeeps when the sun’s out
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| Country boys slidin' fake IDs when the sun’s down
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| Doin' my best tryna survive, Daisy Duke girls, catchin' my eye
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| Shootin' my shot, give it all that I got |
| I hope that they catch my vibe
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| Babe I ain’t got no sand in my boots
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| But I got mud on my tires and hella love for you
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| Gettin' that summer love, under that Georgia sun
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| Slippin' her hand in mine, with farmer tan arms and bikini lines
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| Up in pontoon boats, shootin' them Natty Lights
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| Livin' life down below, in the summer of 2000 and I don’t know
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| (Yes, sir, sing it, baby)
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| (I knew y’all would like this song, aha)
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| Y’all didn’t know that we did it like that down here, did y’all?
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| Real Georgia boy
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| And they say I ain’t country, ha
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| Wait, what is she saying over there? |
| What?
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| (Play that back one more time, baby)
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| Gettin' that summer love, under that Georgia sun
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| Slippin' her hand in mine, with farmer tan arms and bikini lines
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| Up in pontoon boats, shootin' them Natty Lights
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| Livin' life down below, in the summer of 2000 and I don’t know |