Overdrive
Something pretty simple 'bout an 18 Tennessee summer
84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights
How could I forget that night?
Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey
Kinda small-town pretty
Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes
I thought, Lord, I had to make 'em mine
Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said
Can you pick me up tonight?
I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (close)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive)
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive)
I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was
That was the start of us, I told you
Got your heels stuck in the mud
I had to carry you all the way to the truck on my shoulders
Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke
Took my hand and she moved in close
She said "I'll kiss your cheek
But I'll kiss your lips If we can go somewhere alone"
So, I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, I'm getting close (close)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive)
On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive)
Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said
Can you pick me up tonight?
I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (working overtime, yeah)
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (now I'm getting close, yeah)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad, yeah)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah
84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights
How could I forget that night?
Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey
Kinda small-town pretty
Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes
I thought, Lord, I had to make 'em mine
Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said
Can you pick me up tonight?
I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (close)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive)
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive (drive)
I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was
That was the start of us, I told you
Got your heels stuck in the mud
I had to carry you all the way to the truck on my shoulders
Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke
Took my hand and she moved in close
She said "I'll kiss your cheek
But I'll kiss your lips If we can go somewhere alone"
So, I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, I'm getting close (close)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive)
On that Friday-night-still-ain't over, drive (drive)
Yeah, I was about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said
Can you pick me up tonight?
I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (working overtime, yeah)
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (now I'm getting close, yeah)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than 65
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad, yeah)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Kasher Hindlin, John Henry Ryan, Julian C Bunetta, Thomas Rhett Akins
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