Kyle Petty, Son of Richard lyrics

Heat is rising
Feeling high, I'm on my way
Tell me if you wanna take a hit
Right beside you
I came to fight, so get out of my way
'Cause daddy told me don't you ever
Take no f*cking sh*t

So get it right
So get it right
So get it right
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you

La, la, la, la ,la-
Laughing as I spit your way
Faster that a f*cking flash of light
Stomach's burning alcohol
I must have burned
A bottle full
And you ain't got a chance
In f*cking hell tonight

So get it right
So get it right
Get it right
Oh God

[Guitar solo]

A hundred miles of chicken wire
A foot of lead
Daddy didn't raise no f*cking fool
Coming up on your right
Coming up on your right
Coming up on your right
No one is going to f*ck with
Me tonight

So get it right
So get it right
Get it right
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you
I'm gonna get to you...