Fried Chicken Wi‑Fi (Cover) sarah chase

[Intro] Server loadin’ up Boys loggin’ in Mic checks crackle Let the night begin (yeah) [Verse 1] Got my headset crooked Whiskey on ice Fried chicken in the bucket Grease on the mic We some backroad bandits On that cable line Turn your porch light off Let the router shine Talk loud, talk reckless Drawl in the chat Old school flow Snapback, trucker cap From the dirt road ditches To your momma’s spare room We gon’ turn this house party To a game chat boom (hey!) [Chorus] To my server friends My late-night legends Boots on the floor Hands in the heavens We lag, we laugh We talk our sins But we ride or die For our server friends Pass that bottle Hit “ready” again From the porch to the ping We don’t know where it ends We bleed, we grin Through these southern spins Yeah we live online With our server friends (woo) [Verse 2] Router on the dresser Cables like vines Hollow-point stories In these voice chat lines Got a boy in Kentucky One down in Mobile Never shook they hand But I know they real Host that match Then we host that crowd Speakers in the window Neighbors say it’s loud House so packed But the squad still joinin’ Sun ain’t up But the sky turnin’ orange [Bridge] If the call drops out You can call my name If the lights go black We still in this game From the slow drawl curses To the wild-code sins Ain’t a night too dark For my server friends (yeah) [Chorus] To my server friends My late-night legends Boots on the floor Hands in the heavens We lag, we laugh We talk our sins But we ride or die For our server friends Pass that bottle Hit “ready” again From the porch to the ping We don’t know where it ends We bleed, we grin Through these southern spins Yeah we live online With our server friends [Outro] We live online We live in the den From the backwoods night To the world, amen Raise that glass ‘Til the call time ends Here’s to us And our server friends