It'z Just What We Do

(Don't act like ya'll didn't know this wasn't comin')

Alright.

[Verse 1:]
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin like a diamond
Game changed and the rain came and we took it down a back road
Georgia clay mudhole, that's how these boys roll.

Now it's late night underneath the moonlight
Errybody's feelin right, sippin on a bud light
Go on drop yo tailgate, turn up your radio
Imma build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home.

Kick back, relax, you know we're just a bunch o' hillbillies
Tip back a cup a' Jack and throw your hands up with me.

[Chorus:]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight, hey baby that's alright
It's our backwoods, boondocks roots, it's just what we do.
It's just what we do.

Hey, ain't no way to make this up, when it's runnin through your blood
There ain't no hidin the truth, its just what we do
It's just what we do
Yeah, it's just what we do

[Verse 2:]
You see Tommy called Jenny and Jenny gon call the hotties to tell em bout the party
So don't forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on and your love on, all night long
And if you play your hand right, you won't have to go home alone.

Six string pickin, solo cup sippin, and when the moments right, grab yo phone and get them digits
Crankin that Bocephus, we all good with Jesus
Come Sunday morning that preacher, he bout to preach it

Kick back, relax and pass the good time moonshine
Who brought the party? Damn, that was Florida Georgia Line.

[Chorus x3]