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• Artiste: Chase Matthew
• Titre: We All Grow Up
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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 grеw up At a party 'round a fire Runnin' dirt roads Way out yonder wherе the green grass grows Cup holder 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 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, 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 and we all grow up) Yeah we all grow up (Lotta God, little love Settle down and we all grow up)