Beer With the Boys - Chase Rice

Five card, with the fellas on a Friday night

One hit, a little trip to get us feeling right

Boom boom coming hot out the tubes

Talking big game like us boys do

Then those hazel eyes, fire the light

On the eye five now I’m throwing deuces

I’m gone, fellas, catch you on the flip side

They give me hell like, what the hell?

Man you always bounce with poor excuses

But I’m out the door, hauling ass to you and ninety-five

I ride, swinging dust in my truck, can’t get to you quick enough

Tonight, it’s you and me, baby girl, getting lost in our own world

The way you looking fine, the way your skin’s on mine

We’re on fire, damn girl, you bout to blow my mind

Tangling in these sheets, you lock them eyes on me

Beats a beer with the boys any night of the week

Girl why you laughing?

I’ve told this joke a thousand times

But don’t you dare stop, you know I love to hear your smile

Laying you down feels so right, nothing better than you by my side

Yeah then you give me hell for a smell, a high life on my breath

I say, come on, now you knew I’d be right here

I was up a hundred bucks when you hit me with that text

Folded on a full house and threw my truck in fifth gear

I ride, swinging dust in my truck, can’t get to you quick enough

Tonight, it’s you and me, baby girl, getting lost in our own world

The way you looking fine, the way your skin’s on mine

We’re on fire, damn girl, you bout to blow my mind

Tangling in these sheets, you lock them eyes on me

Beats a beer with the boys any night of the week

Yeah hanging with them is a damn good time

But it’s got nothing on what, what I’m seeing tonight

So I ride, swinging dust in my truck, can’t get to you quick enough

Tonight, it’s you and me, baby girl, getting lost in our own world

The way you looking fine, the way your skin’s on mine

We’re on fire, damn girl, you bout to blow my mind

Tangling in these sheets, you lock them eyes on me

Beats a beer with the boys any night of the week