Lyrics:
someone sawed up
Your brain in a sawdust, niggas is washed up
I bang out in Florida
Streets of Miami, goons out in Georgia
Been to New Orleans
But
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
These days
I been outgrowing people
Making movies with sequels
Looking like I just hopped off a fucking cover of GQ
Wildin’ in private, while she
And the new south, thank God
Is still the same
Old Nashville's still got a song and dance
And the Florida girls still
Wear no underpants
And we all get drunk
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
the album's storyline breaks off[03:44.19]As this song was not originally[03:46.52]Intended to be on this album[03:48.01]Inspired by Picasso's blue period
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
Florida Georgia Line! Thank you so much!
Thank y'all for changin' our life
We love y'all so much, Nashville
Nashville, we love y'all!
probably would arrange to see her movin' cross the country
Florida Georgia Line is country
But a rhythm wouldn't speak another sequence
So they stick
Sippin' Triple Sec out the bottle
Catch me whippin' in the fuckin' s-
(Fuck it, I fucked it, right on the last line)
(I'm in Rob's room smoking crack)
mine i did it for the children-
I draw the line no missin im ah get it-
The world is ours i feel it in my tendons-
On Georgia mind im tryna represent it-
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
a banana, where we're goin to Savannah
Heartland of Georgia, Florida, or Peoria
Yo I think here and now know downstairs why'knahmsayin?
We gonna
a combo
Get in a line cuz we doing the congo
Out of the line boy, look like the Broncos
I’ma charge at you like my name was Rambo
Sailing to Florida, take
and it's all mine
Slim thick we ain't worried bout a waist line
Don't fuck with lame niggas cause they a waste of time
Ain't no gold digger and definitely
and Armani
Catch me where they trapping at making all the money
For you niggas get it twisted first off I'm a florida boy
Fuck where you from you'll get bust
Rollin' down the freeway
The Florida Georgia line
Another sunny Sunday
Here on I-95
I wanna make it home
Before a quarter to 8
The car in front of me
Consider this song
A fuck you to Florida
Thought I'd never see you smile so hard
Since we left Georgia
I'm so glad to be wrong
So glad to be going
Standing in a hundred person line for a cupcake
Hang another flag y'all, Band-Aid the landscape
Uncle Sam doesn't need another man's mandate
Person date?
bread and you know we gone get it
4 4 Any speed imma hit it
Imma be on that Florida Georgia line
Girl check your time
I’ll be home any minute, yea
wide
God himself speaks in signs
The number one reason is that
East Atlanta is changing
Yep, Georgia, little north of Florida
South of Tennessee, we'll
wide
God himself speaks in signs
The number one reason East
Atlanta is changing
Yep, Georgia, little north of Florida
South of Tennessee, we'll take your
She stands her own ground like that Florida hometown
Where her son got gunned down; should've been grown now
Move to Stone Mountain, Georgia; seeking
with that blammer
In Savannah at the Florida-Georgia line
Got a couple family members in Atlanta
Not Atlanta, we let Omeretta decide
They just gon'
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