(Zaxby's)
(nb whatchu doing?)
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Clink another glass
Have our eyes up to the sky
Wave another hand
Yeah, we gon feel the vibe
Spend another band
Yeah, this shit goin high
Clink another glass
I could do this til I die
I've been walking down
Hanging on another street
Hanging with my friends
Yeah they always reaching other feats
I've been working day and night
But it pays off this time
Smiling staring at the sky
Oh my god what a night
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Laying in the living room watching home movies
Clink another glass and I be feeling woozy
Slumped at 5 am
I don't count too many m's
Let's wait until the end
I could do this shit again
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
I've been out, just chasing my own dreams
Typing on this keyboard I'm simply making history
Lately I've been wondering, what if I was a nobody
Would you fuck with me
Would you still fuck with me
Staring at the moon
All fingers to our doom
Clink a final glass and I'll see you soon
Clink a final glass and I'll see you soon
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's
We gon fuck up nasty
We know where the tracks meet
Sliding in the backseat
We gon hang at Zaxby's