Beer with The Boys - Chase Rice
Five card, with fellas on a Friday night
One hit, a little trip to get us feeling right
Boom boom coming hot out the tubes
Talking big game like us boys do, heh
Then those hazel eyes, fire out
On the eye five now I'm throwing deuces
I'm gone, fellas, catch you on the flip side
They give me hell like, "what the hell?
Man you always bounce with poor excuses"
But I'm out the door, hauling ass to you and ninety-five
I ride, swinging dust in my truck, can't get to you quick enough
Tonight, it's you and me, baby girl, gett