Brad Paisley - Crushin' It Lyrics
I sure could use an attaboy or a big old high fiveI'd love to hear "you're killing it, dude", yeah it's bit a long timeSince I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they sayI guess I've been in a dry spell but that's about to changeCause every week has a weekend, by this time Friday nightI'll be done with my third can of cold Bud LightAnd I'll be crushin' it, yeah I'll be crushin' itThey say your baby's mad cause you told her that you'd hang some pictures for herYou know the ones she framed late last spring of you and her in FloridaYou're up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereensShe shakes her head, looks at you and says"Ain't you good for anything?" and you sayEvery week has a weekend, by this time Friday nightYou want a margarita, I'll get Tequila and iceAnd I'll be crushin' it, with a cold one in my other handI'll be crushin' it, when I'm finished with my canI can stomp it with my boot, crunch it with my fistSmash it on my forehead, yeah I got thisI'll be crushin' it, oh I'll be crushin' itI figured this out in college, walking past them Gothic columnsThat I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottomI was never gonna be the best and brightest guy aroundBut like the great George freakin Straight, I'm the king of getting unwoundAnd every week has a weekend, by this time Friday nightI'll be done with my third can of cold Bud LightAnd I'll be crushin' it, every weekend's a weekendYeah I'll be crushin' it, by this time Friday nightI'll be crushin' it, I'll be done with my third canOh, I'll be crushin' it, of cold Bud LightI'll be crushin' it, I'll be crushin' it
