Lyrics Jawga Boyz – Real Good Summertime

That’s good
I’ll get you a beer man

We’re all piled in the truck
There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be

Yeah, uh, I got them beverages chilling, we over here grilling
You would think I went to the bank and withdrew me a million
‘Cause that’s how I’m feeling and living good, that’s why I love the summer
Party with the people every day, didn’t get an invite, that’s such a bummer
Bumper on my truck is being used as a big ole chrome bar stool
Too much of country folks together acting like some darn fools
It don’t matter we bring the country to the beech
The country to the lake, it don’t matter man we gon’ seek…
A real good summertime, gotta pay a little bit of that sublime
Yeah you know we feeling fine clouding on down that coastline
In paradise, I got my cooler, friends and radio
Might get a few of them
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’cause that
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Ha, it’s all good, ain’t gotta punch no time clock
Normally wanna come back but you never know man I might not
I spot a fishing boat just sitting off the coast
I sorta think I oughta hop on board and state my Lord, y’all

We’re all piled in the truck

We’re tryna get away, we’re tryna relax
I need a prescription for stress that can counteract
The things that I’m dealing with in a workweek
It’s time to slow it down, I need a Slurpee
And I won’t lie, I’m usually not a summer dude
‘Cause in the south it gets hotter than 102
But I’ve been dealing with the heat my whole life
So drop the hammer down and we feeling alright
Wind blowing up, we got the stereo cranked up
Swole looking dudes, walking round but they ain’t tough
Same stuff, everybody trying to impress
I’m still in work clothes (Damn dude, you look like a wreck)

Thanks man, I really appreciate that
You know I didn’t have time to get a shower
Ey, pass me one of them beers, yeah

We’re all piled in the truck
There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be
Bout to take a couple days off
And leave reality
So if you bend down on up
Well come on and roll with us
‘Cause we are on hunt to find…
A real good summertime

We’re all piled in the truck (Everybody come on)
There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be (Get those hands in the air)
Bout to take a couple days off (Woo!)
And leave reality
So if you bend down on up
Well come on and roll with us
‘Cause we are on hunt to find…
A real good summertime