Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer - Florida Georgia Line

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

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

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

The hell raisin' heat of the summer

The hell raisin' heat of the summer