Verse/strong>
Phone lights up — "You comin’ out?"
Said I’d lay low… yeah, scratch that now.
Cooler’s iced and the tailgate’s down,
That backroad beat is shakin’ the ground.
Pre-Chorus/strong>
We ain’t plannin’ on stayin’ long,
But that first song’s comin’ on strong
Chorus/strong>
Don’t gotta ask — yeah, we’re all in,
Count to three, let the night begin.
Raise 'em up high, let the good times roll,
First round down and we're losin' control.
We play it off like we never insisted,
Give it time… it’s gonna get twisted
Verse/strong>
Smoke rolls up where the firelight drifts,
Red Solo shadows and cigarette flicks.
She’s leanin’ in with a double-dog grin,
Says, “Bet you won’t” — here we go again.
Pre-Chorus/strong>
Called me out for another round,
She smiles and says, "Don’t slow it down."
Chorus/strong>
Don’t gotta ask — yeah, we’re all in,
That three-count’s gone, now the heads start to spin.
Raise 'em up high, let the whole crowd roar,
Cooler's runnin' low but we want more.
Go on and grin like we never resisted,
One more round… it’s gonna get twisted.
Bridge/strong>
Moon’s hangin’ low like it’s keepin’ score,
We said “just one” — now it’s half past four.
Round after round just persisted —
Funny how fast a night gets twisted.
Chorus/strong>
Don’t gotta ask — we’re still all in,
Sun comes up and the good times win.
Raise 'em up high in the morning light,
Still singin' loud from the backroad night.
Laugh it off, swear we never insisted,
Look at us now… we got twisted.
Outro
Nah — should’ve known it’d end up twisted.
