Les paroles de la chanson
« It'z just what we do »
Florida Georgia Line

You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin’ like a diamond
Game change when the rain came
And we took it down a backroad
Georgia clay, mud hole
That’s how these boys roll

Now its late night, underneath the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ right and sippin’ on a Bud light
Go on drop your tailgate, turn up the radio
I’m a buil on bonfire, you cann make yourself at home

Kick back, relax, you know we just a brunch of hillbillies
Tip back your cup of Jack and throw your hands up with me

Chorus :
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
But hey, baby that’s alright
It’z our backwoods bondock roots
It’z just what we do, it’z just what we do
Hey, ain’t no way to make this up
When it’s runnin’ through your blood
There ain’t no hidin’ the truth
It’z just what we do, it’z just what we do
Yeah, it’z just what we do

You see Tommy called Jenny and Jenny gonna call the hotties
Tell ’em bout the party so don’t forget the Bacardi
Time to get your buzz on, your love on all night long
And if you play your hand right,
You won’t have to go home alone
Six-string pickin’, solo cup sippin’, when the moments right
Grab your phone and get them digits

Crankin’ that Bocephus, we all good to Jesus
Come Sunday mornin’ that preacher he bout to preach it

Kick back relax and pass the goodtime moonshine
Who brought the party, damn that wa