Lyrics
Roaches in a bottle
Five dollars left in the tank from the bottom
Ash on the console
Scratch off dust on the dash, trying to hit the lotto
When you going through hell, getting higher than heaven
Its seats laid back at a 7-Eleven
Eric take me to church, cupholder confession
We got three beers left, and I'm counting my blessings
Yeah, we broke babe
Parking lot spot, but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars, can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado
Hmm-mm
Playing with fire
Running my fingers through the flame of the lighter
Floorboard change got us White Castle sliders
Burning holes in our pockets
Couldn't make 'em any lighter
Yeah, we broke babe
Parking lot spot, but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars, can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado
Tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado
These Goodyears under us gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us gonna get us through the ones in front of us
These Goodyears under us gonna get us through the ones in front of us
Yeah, we broke babe
Parking lot spot, but we ain't broke down
On the tailgate
Still wishing on stars, can't see beyond on the clouds
Potholes and cigarette smoke
That's what we call home
Holding on, getting gone, rolling on until tomorrow
Just tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado
Tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado
Tryna find the silver lining, yeah, in a Silverado