Lyrics Kane Brown – Closer
Text:
Money in the bank, gas in the tank
Say you wanna get a little crazy
Your hands up on my knees, such a little tease
I’m actin’ like it ain’t gonna phase me
Shootin’ like some southern stars
From the backseat down a backstreet of your heart
Ridin’ these FM waves
Burnin’ these reckless days
I can’t wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin’ these country roads
Tearin’ off eachother’s clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
Waylon in my truck, whiskey in this cup
Dancin’ with your back up on the console
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Put your fingertips in mine
Girl, pull me back until tomorrow
Set the evening sky on fire
Burning up with that desire
From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart
Ridin’ these FM waves
Burnin’ these reckless days
I can’t wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin’ these country roads
Tearin’ off eachother’s clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
I know just what you do
When your bodies move
It’s like you’re saying come
Come and chase me
Ain’t got much love to prove
I’m about to lose
And girl it’s over
Just get closer
I know just what you do
When your bodies move
It’s like you’re saying come
Come and chase me
Ain’t got much love to prove
I’m about to lose
And girl it’s over
Just get closer
Ridin’ these FM waves
Burnin’ these reckless days
I can’t wait to get a taste
So get a little closer, a little closer
Blowin’ these country roads
Tearin’ off eachother’s clothes
Heads back, curl up them toes
And get a little closer, a little closer
