Текст песни
Cup in that smoke but it don't want fire
Cruise through the south like a midnight rider
Gold in my grill and the tank on E
Still make waves when the bass hit me
Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze
Eyes too low, got the ghosts in the gaze
Nothin' the same when you walk my maze
Hands too cold but the heat don't phase
Cup in that smoke but it don't want fire
Cruise through the south like a midnight rider
Gold in my grill and the tank on E
Still make waves when the bass hit me
Chop with the reverb, roll with the haze
Eyes too low, got the ghosts in the gaze
Nothin' the same when you walk my maze
Hands too cold but the heat don't phase
