Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Make It Last, artist - Tommy ChayneDate of issue: 27.06.2019
Song language: English
Make It Last |
| It’s time to throw down, y’all jump in |
| Doesn’t really matter where we go |
| We got miles, a new weekend |
| All my friends hangin' while the pass the smoke (Pass the smoke) |
| The time flies by (Flies by) way too fast (Fast) |
| Try to slow it down and make it, make it last |
| And make it, make it last |
| Clockin' out it’s time to turn |
| Light it up and watch it burn |
| Call the girls and call the homies |
| Worked all week for beer money |
| Country folks, can’t tell us nothin' |
| If we ain’t fishin' we steady huntin' |
| For a white tail or southern honey |
| That’s how we do it, all summer |
| Great times we keep 'em comin' |
| On the bank tryna catch somethin' |
| Moonshine kisses, sweet lovin' |
| Party hard, we don’t work tomorrow |
| Back to the store for a couple bottles |
| Matter fact a couple cases |
| Skinny dippin' in the creek naked |
| We just livin', tryin' to make it |
| Day by day, passin' hay |
| We gonna burn this day away |
| Pour it up and pass it round |
| Tommy Chayne, I’ll hold the ground |
| Break it up and play it loud |
| Me and Colt can lay it down |
| Country boys we back in town (Back in town) back in town |
| It’s time to throw down, y’all jump in |
| Doesn’t really matter where we go |
| We got miles, a new weekend |
| All my friends hangin' while the pass the smoke (Pass the smoke) |
| The time flies by (Flies by) way too fast (Fast) |
| Try to slow it down and make it, make it last |
| And make it, make it last |
| I say «let's ride,» they jump in |
| I got that system bumpin' |
| Me and Tommy up to somethin' |
| And yeah they hear us comin' |
| They know we 'bout to turn up |
| That bonfire 'bout to burn up |
| These girls better get their mind right |
| If they wanna be in the lime light |
| 'Cause I am that guy, redneck, so fly |
| Got no time for games |
| This flow here pure flames |
| Colt Ford pullin' up with a quart of shine |
| Tommy Chayne hoppin' out smokin' apple pine |
| All these lames gettin' left behind |
| Ain’t nothin' wrong with our bump and grind |
| 'Cause we love that good life |
| Out here in the wood life |
| That God, family, country friends |
| That raise hell where the black top ends |
| Y’all welcome to stop through |
| See just how we do |
| We’ll drink and we’ll feed you |
| But understand we don’t need you |
| It’s time to throw down, y’all jump in |
| Doesn’t really matter where we go |
| We got miles, a new weekend |
| All my friends hangin' while the pass the smoke (Pass the smoke) |
| The time flies by (Flies by) way too fast (Fast) |
| Try to slow it down and make it, make it last |
| And make it, make it last |