Sean Stemaly - 4 Wheel High

Yeah
Z71 covered in mud, spit cup long cut in the console
Camo hat on the dash, hammered down on the gas
Chrome stacks blowing that black smoke
There's a party where the creek bends
If you wanna go you, gotta kick it in

Four wheel high
Ridin' Nitto 35s
Thirty rack of Busch Light
Buck knife cut it open, shotgun it, hell right
Pourin' gas on the fire
Let 'em know that we're out here in the middle of nowhere
Gettin' four wheel high

Off of that name road
Till we hear that rooster crow
Spending all damn night just gettin'
Four wheel high, four wheel high

She's on a tailgate, Tito's sippin'
Tank top summer skin
Breakin' in what's left of them Wranglers
I said, you wanna take a ride?
Turns out she likes it in

Four wheel high
Ridin' Nitto 35s
Thirty rack of Busch Light
Buck knife cut it open, shotgun it, hell right
Pourin' gas on the fire
Let 'em know that we're out here in the middle of nowhere
Gettin' four wheel high

Off of that name road
Till we hear that rooster crow
Spending all damn night just gettin'
Four wheel high, four wheel high, woo

Just another small town night
Livin' and lovin' this life in

Four wheel high
Ridin' Nitto 35s
Thirty rack of Busch Light
Buck knife cut it open, shotgun it, hell right
Pourin' gas on the fire
Let 'em know that we're out here in the middle of nowhere
Gettin' four wheel high

Off of that name road
Till we hear that rooster crow
Spending all damn night just gettin'
Four wheel high, four wheel high
Four wheel high
Four wheel high, oh ooh
Four wheel high

Written by:
Brad Clawson, Michael Lotten, Sean Stemaly

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