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Sippin' On Fire

Florida Georgia Line

Girl you mix me like ice and whiskey
But those blue looks that you give me,
You can't hide what's inside
And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off me, dear
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we didn't do it?
Every time we lock it, we're losing
So why should we spend Saturday night alone,
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Making up as we go along
Going all night chasing that desire
Storms fire in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher), sippin' on fire

You act like you don't know what you're missing,
Every time you end up back with him as it's safe
And you're scared.
But everything you're feeling when we're burning the midnight down
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we didn't do it?
Every time we lock it, we're losing
So why should we spend Saturday night alone,
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Making up as we go along
Going all night chasing that desire
Storms fire in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher), sippin' on fire

Every goodbye it's been a sweet,
So why should we fight what we both need?
Why should we go round and round the truth, like we didn't do it?
Every time we lock it, we're losing
So why should we spend Saturday night alone,
When I can call you on the phone, pick you up
Making up as we go along
Going all night chasing that desire
Storms fire in her eyes like lighters (like lighters)
Get a little higher (get a little higher), sippin' on fire

Girl you mix me like ice and whiskey
But those blue looks that you give me,
You can't hide what's inside
And it's killing me right now to see you wanna slip off me!

Composição: John Cole Taylor, Matthew Peters Dragstrem, Rodney Dale Clawson





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