You could smell burnt rubber,
as soon as that bell would ring
We’d make a beeline to the tree line
And set fire to anything
We’d breath in the freedom, dreaming of leaving
searching for greener grass
Stuck in a haze, counting the days,
Till we’d bust out and never look back

We were the boys chasing the girls
The queens of Friday night
Thought we were kings ruling the world
Right up to the county line
We’d race those streets yeah like we stole’em
Lucky to be breathing no bones broken
No telling what we were thinking
When that back road bottle cracked open
I know what we were drinking
But What were we smoking

Coulda been mama's prayers or dumb luck,
But somehow we survived
Front flips off of Blackwell bridge,
Playing chicken with no headlights
We lived loud and rowdy can’t count the amount
Of times we were asked to leave
(didn't matter where we were)
We’d chase a case of Budweiser
with a fifth a Jim Beam

We were the boys, chasing the girls
The queens of Friday night
Thought we were kings, ruling the world
Right up to the county line
We’d race those streets yeah like we stole’em
Lucky to be breathing no bones broken
No telling what we were thinking
When that back road bottle cracked open
I know what we were drinking
But What were we smoking

We were the boys, chasing the girls
The queens of Friday night
Thought we were kings, ruling the world
Right up to the county line
We’d race those streets yeah like we stole’em
Lucky to be breathing no bones broken
No telling what we were thinking
When the back road bottle cracked open
I know what we were drinking
But What were we smoking