Back to back

Get the keys baby I'll go get the bang

Where we're headed no one's ever coming back

We pull up to the party and we dressed in all black

You hear me on the speakers and they play back to back, back to back

So get the keys baby I'll go get the bang

Where we're headed no one's ever coming back

You smell trees in the booth and that's a wrap

Coldest in the South, yeah you know that's a fact

Black horses in the boardroom, fresh up out the courtroom

Living doors open when I come through