50 Shades of Crazy – Chase Rice
You got a Daytona on a gold tan, skin like the soft sand
Girl you’re as cool as the blue on a cold can
Little bit of wild child, coming through that tipsy smile
With you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of style
The kind of naughty habit I could get used to, heh
You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I’m as gone as I’ve ever been and it ain’t weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I’ll put my hands on you
We’ll get out of hand, girl, I’ll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can’t quit, can’t kick this kind of craving
Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
Hint of a lime twist, cinnamon lipstick
You’re dropping hips, giving glimpse of your secret
Starts with just a kiss, then we’re taking us in
Put it in the rearview and haul ass right for sin
You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I’m as gone as I’ve ever been and it ain’t weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I’ll put my hands on you
We’ll get out of hand, girl, I’ll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can’t quit, can’t kick this kind of craving
Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
Girl I lose my mind, a little more every time
I’ve been racing, cross the line
Let me make your body unwind
You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I’m as gone as I’ve ever been and it ain’t weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I’ll put my hands on you
We’ll get out of hand, girl, I’ll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can’t quit, can’t kick this kind of craving
Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
Fifty shades of crazy
You put your hands on me, I’ll put my hands on you
We’ll get out of hand, girl, I’ll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can’t quit, can’t kick this kind of craving
Girl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
