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Chase Matthew
Chase Matthew
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Alex Maxwell
Alex Maxwell
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Jake Angel
Jake Angel
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Will Pattat
Will Pattat
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Chase Matthew
Chase Matthew
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Alex Maxwell
Alex Maxwell
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Jake Angel
Jake Angel
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Will Pattat
Will Pattat
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Alex Maxwell
Alex Maxwell
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Jake Angel
Jake Angel
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Austin Shawn
Austin Shawn
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Jordan Orbek
Jordan Orbek
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(Lotta God, little love) (Lotta God, little love) We had a bootleg buzz And we were just chasing them daisy dukes We were brave enough To live like there was nothing to lose We've all been there every once in a while But some things change every minute a mile We made a little trouble, had a lot of fun 'Round here we all grew up At a party 'round a fire, runnin' dirt roads Way out yonder where the green grass grows Cupholder of quarters 'cause gas ain't cheap To get your first love in your shotgun seat And look at us now, man, it ain't what it was Some left town and some got stuck It takes a whole lotta God, a little bit of love But we all settle down and we all grow up (a lotta God, a little love) Some found the bottom of the bottle, dusted off a bible Others got carried away behind the throttle Some are still broke, and some made a million Some are selling dope, and some are still healing Some would rather turn dirt for a little money Some went to the city, yeah, some stayed country 'Round here we're proud of the way we live And that's just how it is When you party 'round a fire, runnin' dirt roads Way out yonder where the green grass grows Cupholder quarters 'cause gas ain't cheap To get your first love in your shotgun seat And look at us now, man, it ain't what it was Some left town and some got stuck It takes a whole lotta God, a little bit of love But we all settle down and we all grow up (Lotta God, little love) (Settle down and we all grow up) (Lotta God, little love) (Settle down and we all grow up) 'Round here we had those skoal can-rings in our back left pocket Daddy didn't care, but mama 'bout lost it It don't matter how old we get We'll always be them kids That would party 'round a fire, runnin' dirt roads Way out yonder where the green grass grows Burning cupholder quarters 'cause gas ain't cheap To get your first love in your shotgun seat Look at us now, man, it ain't what it was Some left town and some got stuck It takes a whole lotta God, a little bit of love But we all settle down and we all grow up (Lotta God, little love) (Settle down), yeah, we all grow up (Lotta God, little love) (Settle down and we all grow up)
Writer(s): Alex Maxwell, Chase Mcquitty, Jake Angel, Will Pattat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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