Closer - Kane Brown

Money in the bank, gas in the tank

Say you wanna get a little crazy.

Your hands up on my knees, such a little tease

I’m actin' like it ain’t gonna phase me.

Girl tonight the world is ours

Shootin' like some southern stars.

From the backseat down a backstreet of your heart.

Ridin' these FM waves,

Burnin' these reckless days.

I can’t wait to get a taste

So get a little close, little closer.

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off each other’s clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer.

Waylon in truck, whiskey in my cup

Dancin' with your back up on the console

Brush your hair back from your eyes

Put your fingertips in mine

Girl, pull me back until tomorrow.

Set the evening sky on fire

Burning up with that desire

From the backseat down a backstreet in your heart.

Ridin' these FM waves

Burnin' these reckless days

I can’t wait to get a taste

So get a little closer, a little closer.

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off each other’s clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer.

Ridin' these FM waves

Burnin' these reckless days

I can’t wait to get a taste

So get a little closer, a little closer.

Blowin' these country roads

Tearin' off each other’s clothes

Heads back, curl up them toes

And get a little closer, a little closer.