Freestyle

Aw We gon' do this thing? Well, c'mon on then, uh River road Chevy van Cherry classic Coke can rolling on the floorboard Fleetwood, Macklemore, coming out the speakers Spilling on the t-shirts Getting loud like I'm standing in the bleachers Creek bank, tire swing, peeling off her blue jeans Skinny deep, sugar, fish a couple of new things Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing, "Hey, hey, hey" We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle, uh Summer jam mixtape, Vodka and a lemonade Alright, alright, like McConaughey White vinyl, Gypsy revival Traveling through the middle of the Belt of the Bible Hula girl, grass skirt, shaking on the dashboard Where we're going we don't need no passport Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing "Hey, hey, hey" We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Oh, some of us like to watch and some like to dance But we all wake up with the same stamp on our hands Countin' stars and countin' cars And just countin' miles Doin' it freestyle You style, me style Ain't got nowhere to be, child Hey, there ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll, Hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the spirit lose your pain Singing, "Hey, hey, hey", yeah We can do it old school, A-B-C style Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Oh, you can count it all, baby 1, 2, 3, child Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle