Good Times Roll (ft Jimmie Allen)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Brand new laces
Fresh pair of jays, pocket full of blue faces
And I ain’t rockin’ nothin’ 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 4×4
Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to atlanta, ‘cross the street to Alabama
Yellin’ out the window, “roll tide roll”
Cuttin’ through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yell it out) let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll

Still kinda hazy (uh)
We still in this truck (goin’ down, down, baby)
We’re gettin’ small town faded (uh)
Spinnin’ mud through the tires of my f150

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my 4×4
Seat way back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to atlanta, ‘cross the street to Alabama
Yellin’ out the window, roll tide roll
Cuttin’ through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yell it out) let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll

Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my 4×4
Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to atlanta, ‘cross the street to Alabama
Yellin’ out the window, roll tide roll
Cuttin’ through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 504
(Ooh, ooh, yeah, yell it out) let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh, let it out) let the good times roll
(Ooh, ooh) goin’ down, down, baby
(Ooh, ooh) let the good times roll