Raised Right, Wrong With You

Sunday shoes and a clean dollar shirt Hold the door, keep your hands up high Don't chase trouble, let temptation slide Then you showed up in that tank top saying Cut off shorts and here we go again, grin Halo on your dash, Bible in the back But your kids taste wild like a midnight trash Not with you, cause I'm raised right, but I'm wrong with you Acting like a saint till you're sliding in view Got me skipping views for a frussy view Fond of glass in your hands at two Four, I'd be a good boy through Backslide twice just to be wrong with you where the gravel turns dirt. Your name on my neck, my hands on your skirt. Radio low, playing some old church tune. While we do things past, I shouldn't talk through. You laugh, say, baby, we're going to hell. I say, girl, I'll drive if you pump the shell. Next thing I know, I know there's headlights bright Your daddy's truck crawling up on our night You duck down low, I slam it in gear We both have guilty half full of cheer Cause I'm raised right, but I'm wrong with you Jumping fences like I got nothing to lose Slide the hood like Bo-duk-duk when I'm next to you yeah I'm raised right but I'm wrong it's true and I'd risk that thought just to be wrong One day we'll stand in a church real clean Your dad in a suit, me trying not to lean Preachers say, son, you'll keep her safe, right? I'll just grin, cause he don't know our nights We'll tuck our kids in, say their prayers tied Then you'll wink at me, in that porch swing light And I still feel 18, breaking every rule Sneaking one more kiss like a backseat fool Yeah, I'm raised right, but I'm wrong with you Still losing my mind when you slip off your shoes Kitchen floor two step, living room pew Hey, low hanging crookie But our love brand new Swore I'd be a good boy through and through Guess God knew I needed something wild like you I'm still raised right But I ain't changing the view It being bad means you Then baby I'll be wrong Long, all night long