Florida Georgia Line - Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Well, Daisy Duke, peek-a-boo
I might've learned a thing or two
On a Friday night joy ride
Out there on the county line
Drag racing 'til the blue lights chase us
And we scatter like sparks from a Black Cat fuse
Train bridge where we spray-paint Skynard
And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze

[Chorus]
We were living every minute of the night
Like there might never be another
We were running all the caution lights
We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
If there was something to burn, we were burning it
Anything with a curve, we were turning it
Just wildfires out there under
The hell raisin' heat of the summer

[Verse 2]
Alabama on the alpine
Bust a cap on a deer sign
A little back seat butterfly
Homegrown angel that'll get you high

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah I see it clearer in the rear view mirror
Then I ever did looking out over the hood
Yeah man we had some damn good times
And I sure hope everybody's doing good

[Chorus]

[Outro]
The hell raisin' heat of the summer
The hell raisin' heat of the summer