Washing x's off our
Hands, sneaking in to see a cover band
Find a girl, get her outside
Kiss her underneath the marquee lights
Buddies roll up
Hop up in that truck, she slides in closer
Pass the bottle, soft pack of camels
When we get to going
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
These streets, have a rhythm, have a pulse
Sweet thing singing to the radio
Making memories, every mile
Southern belle with an la style
Sun down, moon out
Drop that tail gate down
She gets to dancing
Watch her moving like a movie scene
Just getting going
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
Streets Video (MV)
Performed By: Eric Dodd
Length: 3:49
Written by: ERIC DODD, GAREN L GUEYIKIAN, JACOB DURRETT, MICHAEL DAVID WHITWORTH
Eric Dodd - Streets Lyrics
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Washing x's off our
Hands, sneaking in to see a cover band
Find a girl, get her outside
Kiss her underneath the marquee lights
Buddies roll up
Hop up in that truck, she slides in closer
Pass the bottle, soft pack of camels
When we get to going
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
These streets, have a rhythm, have a pulse
Sweet thing singing to the radio
Making memories, every mile
Southern belle with an la style
Sun down, moon out
Drop that tail gate down
She gets to dancing
Watch her moving like a movie scene
Just getting going
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
Hands, sneaking in to see a cover band
Find a girl, get her outside
Kiss her underneath the marquee lights
Buddies roll up
Hop up in that truck, she slides in closer
Pass the bottle, soft pack of camels
When we get to going
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
These streets, have a rhythm, have a pulse
Sweet thing singing to the radio
Making memories, every mile
Southern belle with an la style
Sun down, moon out
Drop that tail gate down
She gets to dancing
Watch her moving like a movie scene
Just getting going
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
No five o gonna catch us on a two lane
That rush of friday night
Four wheels just chasing that freedom
To feel alive
We run these streets
Like we're kings and queens
On that black top, top of the world
That's how we roll, oh oh
Keep our high beams high
Make our own green lights
On that good time, time of our lives
That country soul, in every road
Has a
Concrete, heartbeat
Underneath our feet
These streets, these streets
Writer: ERIC DODD, GAREN L GUEYIKIAN, JACOB DURRETT, MICHAEL DAVID WHITWORTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.