Lyrics

Way up Going away, gonna fade, let me charge my phone Roll away on a wave, yeah, we hit the road 'Cause tonight, we gon' let go for a week or so We got all the shit we need We're on 10 every day, it ain't nothing new Iced tea, lemonade for me and the crew Blow the night away, shoot us to the moon Catch us at the drive-thru Ay, ay, and my mama don't know what I need, need But my daddy left me with the keys, keys So goddamn, I'm ballin' like a man I'm sittin' shotgun in a six-wheel van We're on the way, though In a Winnebago We'll reserve you a table And some jumper cables, fuck it Yeah, yeah, yeah Puttin' gas in the tank got me acting rude Mary Jane in the back 'cause she in the mood We ain't got a plan, that shit hit the fan Ain't nobody having fun like we do Ay, ay, and my mama don't know what I need, need But my daddy left me with the keys, keys So goddamn, I'm ballin' like a man I'm sittin' shotgun in a six-wheel van We're on the way, though In a Winnebago We'll reserve you a table And some jumper cables, fuck it And my mama don't know what I need, need But my daddy left me with the keys, keys So goddamn, I'm ballin' like a man I'm sittin' shotgun in a six-wheel van We're on the way though (we're on our way) In a Winnebago (Winnebago) We'll reserve you a table (won't scratch the seats) And some jumper cables (or she'll kill me) We're on the way, though (we're on our way) In a Winnebago (so fondly) We'll reserve you a table (reserve you a table) And some jumper cables (oh yeah)
Writer(s): Justin Louis Raisen, Daniel D. Wilson, Jeremiah James Raisen, Luke A.c. Niccoli, Daniel Griffith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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