When the lights go down, and your

stuck here in this town, and nowhere to

go, so you escape through the radio,

and you've worked all week, to barley

make this beat, well I gotta little cash

burn'n holes in my pockets, foot on the

gas take'n off like rockets, Come on,

come on, baby I'm buy'n, I got a love

that lasts us all night, and you got a kiss

that tastes like honey, and I got a little-

Artist- Kip Moore

Type- Country