Lit

Lucky strike in a honky tonk

Chicken frying on a chicken bone

Tennessee moonshiner,

Cooking that copper line

Granny drunk, playing bingo

Yelling out b-99

Talking 'bout lit

Fire up that stogie when the deal is done

Short fuse, black cat, everybody run

Linebacker, when they bring the house

Laying that shoulder to ya

Frat row, when the tide rolls

Down in Tuscaloosa

Slide on over,

Move a little closer,

With that four-alarm fire

Engine red on your lips

So hot, you got me smoking

Girl, you got it going

On, you're the only one

With a kiss that gets me lit

Grandpa fishing with dynamite

Tree too dry with the Christmas lights

A little Sunday morning brimstone

From a Pentecostal pastor

Kieth Richards stoned on rock 'n roll

Tearing up that Telecaster

Slide on over,

Move a little closer,

With that four-alarm fire

Engine red on your lips

So hot, you got me smoking

Girl, you got it going

On, you're the only one

With a kiss that gets me lit

You turn my on every time

I'm next to you

Can't nobody light me up

Quite like you do

Slide on over,

Move a little closer,

With that four-alarm fire

Engine red on your lips

So hot, you got me smoking

Girl, you got it going

On, you're the only one

With a kiss that gets me lit

Lit

Lucky strike in a honky tonk

(granny drunk playing bingo)

Chicken frying on a chicken bone

(Kieth Richards stoned on rock 'n roll)

Grandpa fishing with dynamite

(frat row, when the tide rolls)

Tree too dry with the Christmas lights

(Yelling out b-99)

Yeah, I'm talking 'bout lit

Hey, everybody get lit

Come on, let's get lit

Light it up, baby

Get lit