Brett Kissel and Cooper Alan - Two Of Us

Hey man, tell me, what brings you in here?
I'm about to pop the top off on a five o'clock beer
Been working like a dog in that Tennessee sun
Hey man, that makes two of us

So, what you drinking bud? Yeah, the first round's on me
I'll take anything on tap, anything that's free
I'm about to drown a long week with a Friday night buzz
Yeah man, that makes two of us

Take that one last straw, put it in a glass
Too much work, work, boss man can kiss my ass
My give a damn's empty, so I'm filling up my cup
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

I don't come in here often but man, when I do
I'm the life of the party, I'm the king of cut loose
I might go till close, I might drink too much
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

Take that one last straw, put it in a glass
Too much work, work, boss man can kiss my ass
My give a damn's empty, so I'm filling up my cup
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

Spending all night, spending all our cash
Singing songs we all know, making friends we never had
We're burning it down and lighting it up
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

Take that one last straw, put it in a glass
Too much work, work, boss man can kiss my ass
My give a damn's empty, so I'm filling up my cup
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

Spending all night, spending all our cash
Singing songs we all know, making friends we never had
We're burning it down and lighting it up
Hell yeah, that makes two of us
My head'll be hurtin' when that sun comes up
Hell yeah, that makes two of us

Written by:
Brett Kissel, Cooper Alan, Matt McKinney, Seth Mosley

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