Up - Cole Swindell
Written by：Brad Tursi/Terry McBride/Michael Carter
You're up on your high heels high heels high heels
You're up on the bar
You're up on a level level level
Up there with the shooting stars
Dancing around the drinks with honkey tonk angel wings
Making the party sing
Yeah that's my baby
It ain't even midnight yet
There's a whole lot of neon left
Looks like we're gonna get
All kinds of crazy crazy
We'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle
Tipping that cup
Girl the way you rock me you
Know that you got me up
You're up on the tailgate tailgate
You're up on a three beer buzz
You're up like the music music
Pumping out of the cab of my truck
Up where the city lights came can't but get get outshines
By the blue jeans and brown eyes
I pull in closer
Yeah this night's far from over with
Still up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle tipping that cup
Girl the way you rock me you know that you got me
Up on a high
Like I'm walking on clouds
Baby tonight
I don't wanna come down
We'll be up like the sun in the New Jersey sky
Up like the wheels on a Bahama flight
Twisting that bottle
Tipping that cup
Girl the way you rock me you
Know that you got me
Up on a high
Like I'm walking on clouds
Baby tonight
I don't wanna come down
I don't wanna come down
Whooa
Whooa
Whooa
I don't wanna come down
