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Overdrive Video (MV)




Performed By: Thomas Rhett
From Album: About A Woman
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Thomas Rhett, Julian C Bunetta, John Ryan, Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Year: 2024




Thomas Rhett - Overdrive Lyrics
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Somethin' pretty simple 'bout an eighteen Tennessee summer
84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights
How could I forget that night?
Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey, kinda small-town pretty
Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes
I thought, Lord, I had to make 'em mine

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, I'm getting close
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was
That was the start of us, I told you
Got your heels stuck in the mud, I had to carry ya
All the way to the truck on my shoulders

Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke
Took my hand as she moved in close
She said, "I'll kiss your cheek, but I'll kiss your lips
If we can go somewhere alone"

So I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that Friday-night-still-ain't-over drive
On that Friday-night-still-ain't-over drive

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (working overtime, yeah)
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (now I'm getting close, yeah)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad, yeah)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah
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Somethin' pretty simple 'bout an eighteen Tennessee summer
84 was the number that I wore under Friday lights
How could I forget that night?
Yeah, that girl was a homecoming honey, kinda small-town pretty
Made them dark days sunny with her emerald eyes
I thought, Lord, I had to make 'em mine

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, I'm getting close
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I pulled up where the party was, where the Bacardi was
That was the start of us, I told you
Got your heels stuck in the mud, I had to carry ya
All the way to the truck on my shoulders

Yeah, we both smelled like bonfire smoke
Took my hand as she moved in close
She said, "I'll kiss your cheek, but I'll kiss your lips
If we can go somewhere alone"

So I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive (overdrive)
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that Friday-night-still-ain't-over drive
On that Friday-night-still-ain't-over drive

Yeah, I's about to go and crash a party with the guys
And when she called me up and said, "Can you pick me up tonight?"

I put that '04 F-1-5-0 right into overdrive
Like a bat outta hell with them JBL's working overtime (working overtime, yeah)
Yeah, I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close (now I'm getting close, yeah)
Tryna do the limit, but my heart doing way more than sixty-five
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive
On that "Baby, I'm coming over" drive

I'm high-beaming down a backroad, yeah (down a backroad, yeah)
Tires screaming, now I'm getting close, yeah
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Writer: Thomas Rhett, Julian C Bunetta, John Ryan, Jacob Kasher Hindlin
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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