Florida Georgia Line - Smoke Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Smoke By Florida Georgia Line?
Laying back against this windshield
Parked out in this Georgia red field This is where we burn our summer nights Lonely little lipstick kisses on the hood of our Tacoma We were seventeen, going on free and wild She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke 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 a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland 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 Southern skin and blue jean flashes Strike a match and light a memory We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air Tonight I'm stoned, on long gone love so strong, I swear I'm I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight High as the stars, in the Milky way Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke 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 a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight High as the stars, in the Milky Way Those summer days drifting away, but she'll always float Back through my mind like smoke Back through my mind |
Who Wrote Smoke By Florida Georgia Line?
Christopher G. Tompkins, Joshua Kear
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