Chase Rice - 50 Shades of Crazy Lyrics

You got a Daytona gold tan, skin like the soft sand
Girl, you're as cool as the blue on a cold can
Little bit of wild child, coming through that tipsy smile
With you wearing whatever the hell you want kind of style
The kind of naughty habit I could get used to

You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
And I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
Girl, you drive me fifty shades of crazy

Hint of a lime twist, cinnamon lipstick
You're dropping hips, giving glimpse of your secret
Starts with just a kiss, then we're taking us in
Put it in the rearview and haul ass straight for sin

You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
Girl, you drive me fifty shades of crazy (fifty shades of crazy)

(Fifty shades of crazy)
(Let's go)

(Girl, I lose my mind, a little more every time)
(I've been racing, cross the line)
(Then I feel your body unwind)

You set a fire up and down my skin as your fingertips go scraping
I'm as gone as I've ever been and it ain't weed or whiskey, baby
You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
Girl, you drive me fifty shades of crazy
Fifty shades of crazy

You put your hands on me, I'll put my hands on you
We'll get out of hand, girl, I'll give you whatever hand you want me to
I can't quit, can't kick this kind of craving
Girl, you drive me fifty shades of crazy