Good Times Roll

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Brand new laces

Fresh pair of Jays, pocket full of blue faces

And I ain't rocking nothing basic

Vanilla Rollie on my wrist

I be ice, ice, baby

Good times, good vibes

Somewhere where I can go crazy

I need a good ride with some good tires (yeah)

And I ain't talkin' Mercedes

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up

A few folks in my 4

Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked

I got the good fire rolled

Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama

Yelling out the window, "Roll Tide, Roll!"

Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me

Through the swamps of the 504

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Yell it out) Let the good times roll

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Yell it out) Let the good times roll

Still kinda hazy (uh)

We still in this truck (goin' down, down, baby)

We're getting small town faded (uh)

Spinning mud through the tires of my F-150

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up

A few folks in my 4X

Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked

I got the good fire rolled

Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama

Yelling out the window, "Roll Tide, Roll!"

Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me

Through the swamps of the 504

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Yell it out) Let the good times roll

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)

(Yell it out) Let the good times roll

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up

A few folks in my 4

Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked

I got the good fire rolled

Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama

Yelling out the window, "Roll Tide, Roll!"

Cuttin' through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me

Through the swamps of the 504'

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Yeah

(Yell it out) Let the good times roll