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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kane Brown
Kane Brown
Vocals
Matt McVaney
Matt McVaney
Background Vocals
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Programming
Tony McVaney
Tony McVaney
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kane Brown
Kane Brown
Songwriter
Jamie Paulin
Jamie Paulin
Songwriter
Jordan Schmidt
Jordan Schmidt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt McVaney
Matt McVaney
Producer
Polow Da Don
Polow Da Don
Executive Producer
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Chris McHugh
Chris McHugh
Engineer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

We'll be road tripping rolling with the top down south bound little bikinis and white sand Cant sleep gotta leave Summer sun starting to peak Through my window letting me know Times up and its time that we go Got a lead foot waiting and a pocket full of cash Cooler full of beer and a little something stash In the back Of the car So relaxed there aint a beach too far We'll be road tripping rolling with the top down south bound little bikinis and white sand And tank top gonna let the guns out All about rocking that farmers tan Got the chevy going seventy All the girls looking heavenly A bunch of kick back and chill out a head of me Get wild raising hell and leaving this town Like there ain't no stopping us now No telling no telling But them lips taste like watermelon Got a dakari kiss a kind when it hits makes you wanna get going there To wherever that is We'll be road tripping rolling with the top down south bound little bikinis and white sand And tank top gonna let the guns out All about rocking that farmers tan Got the chevy going seventy All the girls looking heavenly A bunch of kick back and chill out a head of me Get wild raising hell and leaving this town Like there ain't no stopping us now No there aint no stopping us now There aint no stopping us now We'll be road tripping rolling with the top down south bound little bikinis and white sand And tank top gonna let the guns out All about rocking that farmers tan Got the chevy going seventy All the girls looking heavenly A bunch of kick back and chill out a head of me Get wild raising hell and leaving this town Like there ain't no stopping us now (We'll be road tripping rolling with the top down south bound little bikinis and white sand) No there aint no stopping us now (And tank top gonna let the guns out all about rocking that farmers tan) There aint no stopping us now (Got the chevy going seventy all the girls looking heavenly a bunch of kick back and chill out a head of me) No there aint no stopping us now (get wild raising hell and leaving this town) There aint no stopping us now
Writer(s): Jamie Paulin, Jordan Mark Schmidt, Kane Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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