Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer Lyrics - Here's To The Good Times - Florida Georgia Line

Well daisy duke peekaboo 

I might have learned a thing or two 

On a Friday night joy right 

Out there on the county line 

Drag race until the blue lights chase us 

and we scatter like sparks from a black cat fuse 

Train bridge where we sprayed pink skinner 

and the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze 

We were living every minute of the night 

Like there might never be another 

We were running all the caution lights 

We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner 

If there was something to burn, we were burning it 

Anything with a curb we were turning it 

Just wildfires out there under 

The hell raising heat of the summer 

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Alabama on the Alpine 

Bust a cap on a deer sign 

A little backseat butterfly 

Homegrown angel that'll get you high 

That'll get you high 

We were living every minute of the night 

Like there might never be another 

We were running all the caution lights 

We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner 

If there was anything to burn, we were burning it 

Anything with a curb, we were turning it 

Just wildfires out there under 

The hell raising heat of the summer 

Yeah, I see clearer in the rear view mirror 

than I ever did looking out over the hood 

Yeah man we had some damn good times 

and I sure hope everybody's doing good 

We were living every minute of the night 

Like there might never be another 

We were running all the caution lights 

We were learning to fly with a little tailgunner 

If there was anything to burn, we were burning it 

Anything with a curb, we were turning it 

Just wildfires out there under 

The hell raising heat of the summer 

The hell raising heat of the summer 

The hell raising heat of the summer