Thomas Rhett - Anything Cold

Well, I'm hot and I'm sober, sun beatin' down on my shoulders
Hair shy of hungover, baby, you know what I need
I got one empty koozie, girl, you know I ain't boujee
I don't care I ain't choosy, so roll the dice for me

I'll even take a Zima, vodka in an Aquafina, or a margarita made in a can

Anything cold with alcohol
Soon as I'm poppin' that top and I got no troubles at all
Reach your hand in that cooler, baby, it's your call
Hand me anything cold with alcohol

Rolling Rock and I'm rollin', shot of Patrón and I'm golden
I'd be so happy holdin' a Corona and you
Yeah it's Friday and sunny, work can wait until Monday
Girl, be my drinkin' buddy and help me throw back a few

So sit down right beside me
And, baby, just surprise me
Somethin' lemon somethin' limey
As long as you can find me

Anything cold with alcohol
Soon as I'm poppin' that top and I got no troubles at all
Reach your hand in that cooler, baby, it's your call
Hand me anything cold with alcohol

(Ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh)
(Ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh)

So reach your hand down in that ice
Thirty-seven Fahrenheit
Could be heavy could be light
'Cause you know what I like (you know what I like)

Anything cold with alcohol
Soon as I'm poppin' that top and I got no troubles at all
Make it a Coke with some Jack or black cherry White Claw
Hand me anything cold with alcohol
(Anything cold with alcohol)
Hand me anything cold with alcohol

(Ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh, ooh ooh-ooh)
(Ooh ooh-ooh)

Written by:
Ashley Glenn Gorley, Jesse Frasure, Shane Mcanally, Thomas Rhett Akins

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