Turn It Up - Marcus King

You ever hear a song come on that radio

Make you wanna reach over

Grab the dial

Roll it and turn it on up?

You ever sit down in the shade

Put bottleneck of that Tennessee whiskey

Tastes so smooth makes you wanna

Turn it on up?

Driving 90 miles an hour down a dead end street

Cold steel under my feet

Dancing with the devil, bound to be in trouble

Damn it, don’t it feel so sweet?

Testing my nerves, taking the curves

Leaning heavy on my luck

And I still, and I still

And I still wanna turn it on up

You ever been out in the Carolina sun

With the one you love

It’s so hot feel like it’s fixin' to melt ya

But you just wanna grab her close, pull her on in and turn it on up?

Driving 90 miles an hour down a dead end street

Cold steel under my feet

Dancing with the devil, bound to be in trouble

Damn it, don’t it feel so sweet?

Testing my nerves, taking them curves

Leaning heavy on my luck

And I still, and I still

And I still gotta turn it on up

Testing my nerves, taking them curves

Leaning heavy on my luck

But I still, but I still

But I still gotta turn it on up

But I still, but I still

But I still gotta turn it on up