Time Flies - Colt Ford, Toby Keith

Man, this week is killing me

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Honey, I’ll be there by three

Time for us to find some free

Little Coke and a lot of Captain

Guarantee, we can make it happen

When we touch down we’ll be taking off

Bar, beach, lost

Rocking with my baby

We’re lost in the breeze

Drunk on each other

Careless and carefree

It’s Malibu with coconuts

Kicking it back at the Tiki hut

Raise that drink baby here’s to us

Tip it, sip it, turn it up

Living life, float, soaking up the sun

Time sure flies when you’re having rum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Loving this white sand beneath my feet

Rhythm of the waves laying down a beat

Can’t believe it’s you and me

Head spinning round, I don’t wanna leave

Just one more shot of Bacardi

Ain’t no stopping this party

DJ spin another beat song

Sun, fun, gone

Rocking with my baby

We’re lost in the breeze

Drunk on each other

Careless and carefree

It’s Malibu with coconuts

Kicking it back at the Tiki hut

Raise that drink baby here’s to us

Tip it, sip it, turn it up

Living life, float, soaking up the sun

Time sure flies when you’re having rum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

It’s Malibu and coconuts

Kicking it back at the Tiki hut

Raise that drink baby here’s to us

Tip it, sip it, turn it up

Living life, float, soaking up the sun

Time sure flies when you’re having rum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum

Rum-a-dee-dum, dee-dum, dee-dum