Chase Rice - 50 Shades Of Crazy Lyrics
You got a Daytona on a gold tan, skin like the soft sandGirl you're as cool as the blue on a cold canLittle bit of wild child, coming through that tipsy smileWith you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of styleThe kind of naughty habit I could get used to, hehYou set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scrapingI'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, babyYou put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on youWe'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me toI can't quit, can't kick this kind of cravingGirl you drive me to fifty shades of crazyHint of a lime twist, cinnamon lipstickYou're dropping hips, giving glimpse of your secretStarts with just a kiss, then we're taking us inPut it in the rearview and haul ass right for sinYou set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scrapingI'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, babyYou put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on youWe'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me toI can't quit, can't kick this kind of cravingGirl you drive me to fifty shades of crazyGirl I lose my mind, a little more every timeI've been racing, cross the lineLet me make your body unwindYou set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scrapingI'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, babyYou put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on youWe'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me toI can't quit, can't kick this kind of cravingGirl you drive me to fifty shades of crazyFifty shades of crazyYou put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on youWe'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me toI can't quit, can't kick this kind of cravingGirl you drive me to fifty shades of crazy
