Letras
Left the porch light on but we snuck out the back
Got the silver hatchback bumping Off the Track
Picked up Joey at the corner he's already seeing double
Whatever happens next yeah we're looking for the trouble
Got a pocket full of quarters and a flask in the sleeve
We got the 40s in the trunk man you wouldn't believe
Parked three blocks down so the neighbors don't peep
While the rest of the town is fast asleep
And my Nokia is blowing up 50 text limit
If the bottle is a pool then you know we're gonna swim it
Got the cargo shorts and the sweat on the brow
If we're gonna get grounded might as well be now
So turn the speakers up until the drywall shakes
A little bit of whiskey and the same mistakes
Underneath the basement shadows looking sexy and tall
Your hands against my waist yeah we're hitting the wall
It's a red cup summer it's a Polaroid night
Yeah we're spinning in the dark but it feels so right
Someone spilled the vodka on the basement rug
Now we're passing round the bottle like a jitterbug
There's a pizza box tower reaching up to the vents
And the girls are doing shots like they're paying the rent
Truth or dare in the corner yeah the room is on fire
Body heat is rising taking us higher
No Wi Fi no filters just a hazy view
Of me stumbling around just to look at you
The sun's gonna rise and the high's gonna fade
But we'll remember every single choice we made
Hide the bottles spray the air act like we were never there
But not yet one more shot
So turn the speakers up until the drywall shakes
A little bit of whiskey and the same mistakes
Underneath the basement shadows looking sexy and tall
Your hands against my waist yeah we're hitting the wall
It's a red cup summer it's a Polaroid night
Yeah we're spinning in the dark but it feels so right
Yeah we're the kings of the cul de sac
Don't look back
Keep the volume at a ten till the speakers crack