Song | Here's To The Good Times |
Artist | Florida Georgia Line |
Album | Here's To The Good Times |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Let’s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
Cut ’em off short, roll it up tight | |
Let it unwind tonight | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party’s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don’t look back ’cause | |
Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
Oh my, my | |
She’s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
Here’s to the good times, while there’s still time | |
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
Park it way back, fog it on up | |
Singin’ ohh, ohh | |
Radio spillin’ from a single cab | |
She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
Hangin’ on a branch by the river | |
That’s a memory that’ll get you when you look back | |
Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
Oh my, my | |
She’s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
Here’s to the good times, while there’s still time | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party’s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don’t look back ’cause | |
Here’s to the good times, here’s to the sunshine | |
Here’s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin’ | |
Oh my, my | |
She’s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she’s stealin’ your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin’ in her eyes | |
Here’s to the good times | |
Here’s to the good times and the moonshine | |
And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
Here’s to the good times |
Let' s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
Cut ' em off short, roll it up tight | |
Let it unwind tonight | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don' t look back ' cause | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
Park it way back, fog it on up | |
Singin' ohh, ohh | |
Radio spillin' from a single cab | |
She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
Hangin' on a branch by the river | |
That' s a memory that' ll get you when you look back | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don' t look back ' cause | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times | |
Here' s to the good times and the moonshine | |
And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
Here' s to the good times |
Let' s turn it up loud, mix it up strong | |
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on | |
Cut ' em off short, roll it up tight | |
Let it unwind tonight | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don' t look back ' cause | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
Well lay it all out, spray it on sweet | |
Carve it in oak and permanent ink | |
Park it way back, fog it on up | |
Singin' ohh, ohh | |
Radio spillin' from a single cab | |
She looks so good with her silver tabs | |
Hangin' on a branch by the river | |
That' s a memory that' ll get you when you look back | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times, while there' s still time | |
Drop down the top down on the Pontiac | |
Where ever you wind up is where the party' s at | |
Break out the bottle of Bacardi black | |
And don' t look back ' cause | |
Here' s to the good times, here' s to the sunshine | |
Here' s to the ice you float your beer in | |
To the tops you pop and the tan lines disappearin' | |
Oh my, my | |
She' s a little bit tipsy | |
Leans in for a kiss, she' s stealin' your heart just like a gypsy | |
And there you are just a drunken star, just fallin' in her eyes | |
Here' s to the good times | |
Here' s to the good times and the moonshine | |
And the blue eyes under the moonlight | |
Here' s to the good times |