Tommy Chayne, Rizzi Myers, Colt Ford - Make It Last lyrics
[Tommy Chayne, Rizzi Myers, Colt Ford - Make It Last lyrics]
It's time to throw down, y'all jump in
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last
Clockin' out it's time to turn
Light it up and watch it burn
Call the girls and call the homies
Worked all week for beer money
Country folks, can't tell us nothin'
If we ain't fishin' we steady huntin'
For a white tail or southern honey
That's how we do it, all summer
Great times we keep 'em comin'
On the bank tryna catch somethin'
Moonshine kisses, sweet lovin'
Party hard, we don't work tomorrow
Back to the store for a couple bottles
Matter fact a couple cases
Skinny dippin' in the creek naked
We just livin', tryin' to make it
Day by day, passin' hay
We gonna burn this day away
Pour it up and pass it round
Tommy Chayne, I'll hold the ground
Break it up and play it loud
Me and Colt can lay it down
Country boys we back in town
(Back in town) back in town
It's time to throw down, y'all jump in
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last
I say "let's ride, " they jump in
I got that system bumpin'
Me and Tommy up to somethin'
And yeah they hear us comin'
They know we 'bout to turn up
That bonfire 'bout to burn up
These girls better get their mind right
If they wanna be in the lime light
'Cause, I am that guy, redneck, so fly
Got no time for games
This flow here pure flames
Colt Ford pullin' up with a quart of shine
Tommy Chayne hoppin' out smokin' apple pine
All these lames gettin' left behind
Ain't nothin' wrong with our bump and grind
'Cause we love that good life
Out here in the wood life
That God, family, country friends
That raise hell where the black top ends
Y'all welcome to stop through
See just how we do
We'll drink and we'll feed you
But understand we don't need you
It's time to throw down, y'all jump in
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last
Clockin' out it's time to turn
Light it up and watch it burn
Call the girls and call the homies
Worked all week for beer money
Country folks, can't tell us nothin'
If we ain't fishin' we steady huntin'
For a white tail or southern honey
That's how we do it, all summer
Great times we keep 'em comin'
On the bank tryna catch somethin'
Moonshine kisses, sweet lovin'
Party hard, we don't work tomorrow
Back to the store for a couple bottles
Matter fact a couple cases
Skinny dippin' in the creek naked
We just livin', tryin' to make it
Day by day, passin' hay
We gonna burn this day away
Pour it up and pass it round
Tommy Chayne, I'll hold the ground
Break it up and play it loud
Me and Colt can lay it down
Country boys we back in town
(Back in town) back in town
It's time to throw down, y'all jump in
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last
I say "let's ride, " they jump in
I got that system bumpin'
Me and Tommy up to somethin'
And yeah they hear us comin'
They know we 'bout to turn up
That bonfire 'bout to burn up
These girls better get their mind right
If they wanna be in the lime light
'Cause, I am that guy, redneck, so fly
Got no time for games
This flow here pure flames
Colt Ford pullin' up with a quart of shine
Tommy Chayne hoppin' out smokin' apple pine
All these lames gettin' left behind
Ain't nothin' wrong with our bump and grind
'Cause we love that good life
Out here in the wood life
That God, family, country friends
That raise hell where the black top ends
Y'all welcome to stop through
See just how we do
We'll drink and we'll feed you
But understand we don't need you
It's time to throw down, y'all jump in
Doesn't really matter where we go
We got miles, a new weekend
All my friends hangin' while
The pass the smoke (Pass the smoke)
The time flies by
(Flies by) way too fast (Fast)
Try to slow it down and make it, make it last
And make it, make it last