Lyrics:
Feelin’ too good on a Saturday night,
Unless ya think I’m faded,
Found myself trying to drink through the night,
If memory serves my mind was jaded,
She told me I should stand up,
And throw my hands up,
And recognize the time was wasted,
She told me I should get down,
And tell the whole town,
While Reba makes her gin in the basement
Drink by drink, we all succumb,
Miles and miles, from the sun
Eating all the snacks,
Drunk people,
Fighting in the back,
Drunk people,
Talking all the smack,
Drunk people,
Can I have some fries with that (that)
Feelin’ too good on a Friday night,
Unless ya think I’m fakin’,
We found ourselves tryin’ to peruse threw the night,
If memory served her vibe was related,
She told me I should stand up,
And throw my hands up,
And recognize the time was wasted,
She told me I should get down,
And tell the whole town,
While Reba makes her gin in the basement
Drink by drink, we all succumb (succumb, succumb, succumb),
Miles and miles, from the sun
Eating all the snacks,
Drunk people,
Fighting in the back,
Drunk people,
Talking all the smack,
Drunk people,
Can I have some fries with that (that)
Eating all the snacks,
Drunk people,
Fighting in the back,
Drunk people,
Talking all the smack,
Drunk people,
Can I have some fries with that (that)
Thanks to Tyler Gerrells