Letra Number 3 & number 7 Morgan Wallen

Number 3 & number 7

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle
Open top, open throttle
Eighty-seven and eighty-proof
Runnin' through my veins
I'm drunk on speed, drunk on whiskey
Ain't no free quite like sixteen
Still had half a foot to grow
Makin' grown man mistakes
Puttin' Earnhardt to shame

Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should have gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good

Flashin' lights, flashin' memories
'Fore my eyes, torn up bench seatPickin' glass out of my right arm
Made of never let you forget kinda scarred
I lost that race when I let it start, but

Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should have gone to Heaven fast
Learned a hard way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good, no

Her daddy's truck, her daddy's bottle
Open top, open throttle

Up in my head, I was in first
Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn
Burnin' towards the checkered flag
I was on a record lap (I was on a record lap)
Had my hand wrapped around that drink
'Til that truck wrapped around that tree
Should have gone to Heaven fast (Should have gone to Heaven)
Learned a hard way lesson that
We all get more second chances than we should (Yes, we do)
And number three and number seven don't add up to much good
Don't add up to much good (Don't add up to much good, no)