Lyrics Upchurch – Turn Up The Night

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Bottleneck
What up son, what you doin’ boy
Getting it

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot popping with them old school jams
We show up, we show off
We got the cops called for us revving up the exhaust
It’s all good around here
Just don’t let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer
And when the blue lights fade and the Barney Fife’s out of sight
We gon’ turn up the night

Yeah baby I’m the parking lot junkie
Pull up in something stunting with both my Mickey T’s rubbing
Mossberg in the back if you wanna get it slugging
And when I’m sipping a Jim Beam I tend to get destructive
Hell I’ll reckon y’all, coming like a wrecking ball to bother nobody
But can Connor McGregor your ass a broken jaw
Had ’em looking at me like «Who the fuck is this guy?»
Well I’m Upchurch bitch and your chick in my four-wheel drive
And I don’t change for nobody, not money, not fame
No trucks, no girls, no TV, no way

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot popping with them old school jams
We show up, we show off
We got the cops called for us revving up the exhaust
It’s all good around here
Just don’t let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer
And when the blue lights fade and the Barney Fife’s out of sight

Yes old brother, we gon’ turn up the night
Got a whole case of beer and a gallon of shine
Everybody looking when we pull in the scene
And got every average Joe wanna jump on the team
We keep the parking lot popping and the mud hole hot
And you know the beat know knocks when the new shit drops
Just sipping out my cup in the bed of my truck
And I’m swigging on the shine, testing my luck
I’m hoping that the law don’t take me to jail
We gon’ turn up the night and chase some more tail

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot popping with them old school jams
We show up, we show off
We got the cops called for us revving up the exhaust
It’s all good around here
Just don’t let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer
And when the blue lights fade and the Barney Fife’s out of sight
We gon’ turn up the night

We pull up, we turn heads
Got the parking lot pumping with them old school jams
We show up, we show off
We got the cops called for us revving up the exhaust
It’s all good around here
Just don’t let the county sheriff see the cooler of beer
And when the blue lights fade and the Barney Fife’s out of sight
We gon’ turn up the night