Yeah… Charleston water… Chrome shine, engines low… Harbor flat like a mirror shine Polished hull cut a silver line Twin pipes talk when I hit that key Whole dock turn when they hear that V Slow glide drift, let the wake roll back Sun hit chrome, make the whole world crack Cards in hand but they watch that frame Ain’t playin’ yet but we run the game We don’t race but we run that route Poker hand but we showin’ out 808 hit make the dockline shake Whole harbor move when the subs vibrate Throttle up now the water split Full fleet move when the engines hit From the creek to the open wide Charleston run, yeah we own that tide Bow lift high, cut across that bay Spray fly back when we fade away Bridge flash quick when we pass that line Whole skyline jump when the motors whine Stop real quick then we back on go No slow lane when the bass sit low Engines bark when the throttles drop Whole water feel when the kick drums knock We don’t race but we run that route Poker hand but we showin’ out 808 hit make the dockline shake Lowcountry bass make the whole place wake Yeah… water calm… But that bass still roll…
