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Florida Georgia Line – This Is How We Roll ft. Luke Bryan

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Introduction

As a song that epitomizes the high-energy, carefree spirit of contemporary country music, “This Is How We Roll” resonates with many. Its title alone evokes memories of endless summer nights, driving down dusty roads with friends, windows down, and music blasting. For many fans, it captures the essence of youth and freedom—a soundtrack to adventures that many cherish as a symbol of their best days.

About The Composition

  • Title: This Is How We Roll
  • Composers: Luke Bryan, Tyler Hubbard, Brian Kelley, Cole Swindell
  • Premiere Date: November 26, 2013
  • Album/Opus/Collection: Here’s to the Good Times…This Is How We Roll
  • Genre: Country, specifically Bro-country

Background

“This Is How We Roll” was originally a track from Florida Georgia Line’s album, featuring country music superstar Luke Bryan. The song emerged from a collaboration that highlights the camaraderie and shared musical vision between these artists. It represents a significant phase in the ‘Bro-country’ movement, characterized by its blend of rock, hip-hop, and electronic influences within traditional country music. The track was a commercial success, embraced widely for its catchy melody and quintessentially carefree lyrics, capturing the lifestyle and cultural ethos of a generation.

Musical Style

The song is marked by its robust, anthemic quality, designed to be an upbeat soundtrack perfect for lively social gatherings. Its instrumentation includes electric guitars and a prominent drum beat, creating a robust sound that complements its high-energy vocals. The structure is catchy, with a chorus that invites listeners to sing along, making it a staple in country music playlists at parties and events.

Lyrics/Libretto

The lyrics of “This Is How We Roll” celebrate life on the road and the freedom associated with it, typical of the Bro-country genre. Themes of friendship, adventure, and carefree living are prevalent, resonating with fans who find joy in the simple pleasures of life—like rolling down a backroad with friends or celebrating the weekend in the country.

Performance History

Since its release, “This Is How We Roll” has enjoyed immense popularity in live performances, particularly at country music festivals where Florida Georgia Line and Luke Bryan have featured it prominently. Its reception has consistently been enthusiastic, further cementing its place in contemporary country music.

Cultural Impact

The song’s influence extends beyond music; it has become a cultural icon for a segment of youth that identifies with its themes. Its impact is seen in its frequent use in films, commercials, and television shows that aim to evoke a sense of freedom and fun, aligning with the song’s spirit.

Legacy

“This Is How We Roll” remains a defining piece in the careers of Florida Georgia Line and Luke Bryan, often cited by fans and critics alike as a highlight. Its ongoing popularity at concerts and its regular play on country music stations underscore its lasting appeal and its role in shaping the modern country music landscape.

Conclusion

“This Is How We Roll” is more than just a song; it’s a celebration of life’s joyful, unrestrained moments. For anyone looking to recapture the spirit of youthful exuberance or seeking a musical escape into the world of country fun, this track is a must-listen. Whether at a live concert or through your speakers at home, it’s guaranteed to lift spirits and invite you to roll down those windows and just enjoy the ride.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1: Florida Georgia Line]
The mixtape’s got a little Hank, little Drake
A little somethin’ bumpin’, thumb thumpin’ on the wheel right
The mix in our drink’s a little stronger than you think
So get a grip, take a sip of that feel right
Trucks jacked up, flat bills flipped back
Yeah, you can find us where the party’s at

[Chorus: Florida Georgia Line]
This is how we roll
We hangin’ ’round, singin’ out everything on the radio
We light it up with our hands up
This is how we roll, this is how we do
We burnin’ down the night, shootin’ bullets at the moon
Baby, this is how we roll

[Verse 2: Florida Georgia Line]
Yeah, baby, this is how we roll, we rollin’ into town
With nothin’ else to do, we take another lap around
Yeah, holla at your boy if you need a ride
If you roll with me, yeah, you know we rollin’ high
Up on them 37 Nittos, windows tinted, hard to see though
How fresh my baby is in the shotgun seat, oh
Them kisses are for me though, automatic like a free throw
This life I live, it might not be for you, but it’s for me though, let’s roll

[Chorus: Florida Georgia Line]
This is how we roll
We hangin’ ’round, singin’ out everything on the radio
We light it up with our hands up
This is how we roll, this is how we do
When the world turns ugly, I just turn and look at you
Baby, this is how we roll

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge: Luke Bryan & Florida Georgia Line]
And we gon’ sing it to ’em
Yeah, we’re proud to be young, we stick to our guns
We love who we love and we wanna have fun
Yeah, we cuss on them Mondays and pray on them Sundays
Pass it around and we dream about one day

[Chorus: Luke Byran & Florida Georgia Line]
‘Cause this is how we roll (Come on, y’all)
We hangin’ ’round, singin’ out everything on the radio
(Get your hands up, get your hands up, get your hands up)
We light it up with our hands up (Aw, yeah)
This is how we roll, this is how we ride
We slangin’ up the mud, cuttin’ through the country side
Baby, this is how we roll
[Outro: Florida Georgia Line & Luke Bryan]
Yeah, this is how we roll (This is how we roll)
Yeah, baby (How we roll)
Yo, LB, let’s go (Yeah, this is how we roll)
This how we roll, this is how we do
We burnin’ down the night, shootin’ bullets at the moon (Aw, yeah)
Baby, this is how we roll (BK, Tyler)
LB, baby, one more time boys, let’s go
Yeah, this is how we roll (This is how we roll)

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