Crushin' It

I sure could use an “atta boy” or a big ol’ high five

I’d love to hear “you’re killin’ it dude”, it’s been a long time

Since I hit one out of the park or nailed it as they say

I guess I’ve been in a dry spell but that’s about to change ‘cause

Every week has a weekend

By this time friday night

I’ll be done with my third can of cold bud light and I’ll be crushin’ it

Yeah, I’ll be crushin’ it

Let’s say your baby’s mad ‘cause you told her that you’d hang some pictures for her

You know the ones she framed from late last spring of you and her in florida

You’re up on the ladder when it shatters into smithereens

She shakes her head and looks at you and says “ain’t you good for anything?”

And you say

Every week has a weekend by this time friday night

If you want a margarita

I’ll get tequila and ice

And I’ll be crushin’ it

With a cold one in my other hand

And I’ll be crushin’ it

When I’m finished with my can

I can stomp it with my boot

Punch it with my fist

Smash it on my forehead

Yeah, I got this

I’ll be crushin’ it

Oh, I’ll be crushin’ it

I figured this out in college walking past them gothic columns

That I was gonna probably wind up somewhere near the bottom

I was never gonna be the best or brightest guy around

But like the great george freaking strait, I’m the king of gettin’ unwound

And every week has a weekend

By this time friday night

I’ll be done with my third can of cold bud light

And I’ll be crushin’ it

Every week has a weekend

Yeah, I’ll be crushin’ it

By this time friday night

Oh, I’ll be crushin’ it

I’ll be done with my third can

Oh, I’ll be crushin’ it

Of cold bud light

And I’ll be crushin’ it

I’ll be crushin’ it