Up - Cole Swindell

You’re up on your high heels, you’re up on the bar

You’re up on a 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

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, you’re up on a 3 beer buzz

You’re up like the music pumping out of the cab of my truck

Up where the city lights can’t help but get, get outshined

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

You’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