Overdrive - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Something pretty simple 'bout an eighteen Tennessee summer

84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights

How could I forget that night?

Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey, kinda small-town pretty

Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes

I thought, Lord, I had to make her mine

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys

And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (Overdrive)

Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime

Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah

Tires screaming, I'm getting close

Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five

On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was

That was the start of us, I told you

Got your heels stuck in the mud, I had to carry ya

All the way to the truck on my shoulders

Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke

Took my hand as she moved in close

She said, "I'll kiss your cheek, but I'll kiss your lips

If we can go somewhere alone"

So I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (Overdrive)

Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime

Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah

Tires screaming, now I'm getting close

Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five

On that Friday-night-still-ain't-over drive

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys

And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive

Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (Working overtime, yeah)

Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (Down a backroad)

Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (Now I'm getting close, yeah)

Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five

On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (Down a backroad, yeah)

Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah