Brad Paisley - Crushin' It lyrics
Brad Paisley [Bradley Douglas Paisley] Glen Dale, West Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Brad Paisley - Crushin' It lyrics]
A big old high five i'd love to hear "You're
Killing it, dude", yeah
It's been a long time
Since I hit one out of the park
Or nailed it as they say
I guess I've been in a dry
Spell but that's about to change
'Cause every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third
Can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it, yeah
I'll be crushin' it
They say your baby's mad cause you told her
That you'd hang some pictures for her
You know the ones she framed late last
Spring of you and her in Florida
You're up on the ladder when
It shatters into smithereens
She shakes her head, looks at you and says
"Ain't you good for anything?" and you say
Every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
You want a margarita
I'll get Tequila and ice
And I'll be crushin' it
With a cold one in my other hand
I'll be crushin' it
When I'm finished with my can
I can stomp it with my boot
Clench it with my fist
Smash it on my forehead, yeah I got this
I'll be crushin' it, oh, I'll be crushin' it
Oh
I figured this out in college
Walking past them Gothic columns
That I was gonna probably wind
Up somewhere near the bottom
I was never gonna be the
Best and brightest guy around
But like the great George freakin Strait
I'm the king of getting unwound
And every week has a weekend
By this time Friday night
I'll be done with my third
Can of cold Bud Light
And I'll be crushin' it
Every weekend's a weekend
Yeah, I'll be crushin' it
By this time Friday night
I'll be crushin' it
I'll be done with my third can
Oh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud Light
I'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it