Number 3 and Number 7 (Part. Eric Church)

I’m drunk on speed Drunk on whiskey Ain’t no free Quite like 16 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 Shoulda 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 For my eyes Torn up bench seat Pickin’ glass out of my right arm Made a never let you forget kinda scar 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 Shoulda 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) Daddy’s truck Daddy’s bottle Open top Open throttle Up in my head I was in first Whole pack of cars on that fourth turn Burning 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 Shoulda gone to Heaven fast (Shoulda 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)