Smoke

Smoke (煙霧) - Florida Georgia Line

Written by：Chris Tompk

Laying back against this windshield

Parked out in this georgia red field

This is where we burn our summer nights

Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma

We were sailing free going on free and wild

She was smoking hot a whiskey shot of jerry curl

Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying

Me and my buddies and the guitar playing

Sipping on forties on saturday night

Buzzing through a chorus of dixie land delight

High as the stars in the milky way

Those summer days drifting away she'll always float

Back through my mind like smoke

July flames october ashes

Summer skin and blue jean flashes

Strike a match and light a memory

Never said goodbye we let it fly into thin air

Tonight I'm a stone all along going up so strong I swear

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying

Me and my buddies and the guitar playing

Sipping on forties on Saturday night

Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight

High as the stars in the milky way

Those summer days drifting away she'll always float

Back through my mind like smoke

She was smoking hot a whiskey shot of jerry curl

Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying

Me and my buddies and the guitar playing

Sipping on forties on Saturday night

Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight

High as the stars in the milky way

Those summer days drifting away she'll always float

Back through my mind like smoke

Back through my mind