🔥 LIQUOR & GOOD DECISIONS 🔥 [VIBE] Female Country Rap Anthem Bonfire Party Southern Swagger Liquor Drinking Single Woman Energy Loud, Fun, Sexy, Free [Verse 1] Sun went down on a long work week, Boss still blowing up my phone on repeat, Bills in the mail and gas ain't cheap, But tonight ain't about what I can't keep. Pulled up dirty in a four-wheel drive, Bottle riding shotgun looking just right, Fire in the distance lighting up the sky, And I showed up ready to get baptized. In Tennessee whiskey and Georgia pine, Bad ideas and a hell of a good time, Girls in the back and the music up loud, I ain't here to fit in with the crowd. [Pre-Chorus] Got a bottle that's cold, Got a story untold, Got a whole lotta soul And nowhere to go. [Chorus] Pour that liquor, let it hit a little quicker, Got a bonfire burning and a night getting thicker, Stars getting blurry and the bass hitting harder, Thank God I was raised by a backroad father. Hands up high if you're living tonight, Middle finger to the stress and the fights, We ain't worried about wrong or right, We're just raising a little hell tonight. [Verse 2] Crickets singing like a country band, Firelight dancing on a farmer's tan, Cowboys trying but they don't understand, I can buy my own damn drinks, man. One got lucky and he shot his shot, Said "Girl what's your name?" I said "Maybe, maybe not." Cause I'm here for the music and the atmosphere, Not another heartbreak souvenir. Moonshine shine and the river flow, One more round and we're stealing the show, Everybody laughing, everybody loose, Whole damn county getting turned loose. [Country Rap] Hold up... I got dirt on my boots, Got proof in the proof, Got a bottle in my hand And smoke on the roof. Got girls in the back, All facts, no cap, If the DJ drops it, Then the whole place snaps. Fire going up, Cups going up, Truck beds packed and we're cutting up. No drama. No tears. No exes. No fears. Just a bunch of grown women Making memories out here. Whoo! [Chorus] Pour that liquor, let it hit a little quicker, Got a bonfire burning and a night getting thicker, Stars getting blurry and the bass hitting harder, Thank God I was raised by a backroad father. Hands up high if you're living tonight, Middle finger to the stress and the fights, We ain't worried about wrong or right, We're just raising a little hell tonight. [Bridge] A little Jim... A little Jack... A little crown in a red Solo stack. A little laugh... A little smoke... A little singing way off key with the folks. A little dance... A little sway... A little "to hell with tomorrow today." [Final Chorus] Pour that liquor, let it hit a little quicker, Got the whole damn bonfire getting bigger, Moon riding high and the air so sweet, Barefoot queens stomping out to the beat. Raise that bottle if you're feeling alright, Celebrate being alive tonight, Cause the world can wait till the morning light, We're making memories tonight. [Outro] Pine trees. Cold liquor. Good friends. No filter. Bonfire. Moonlight. Living like we mean it tonight.
