paroles de chanson Good Times Roll - Jimmie Allen

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 four by four
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 5-0-4
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good times roll
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) 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 four by four
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 5-0-4
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good times roll
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good times roll

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my four by four
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 5-0-4
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good times roll
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good times roll

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Goin' down, down, baby
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) Let the good time roll