Music Video
Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chase Matthew
Vocals
Alex Maxwell
Programming
Jake Angel
Programming
Will Pattat
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chase Matthew
Songwriter
Alex Maxwell
Songwriter
Jake Angel
Songwriter
Will Pattat
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Maxwell
Producer
Jake Angel
Producer
Austin Shawn
Mastering Engineer
Jordan Orbek
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
(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 Matthew, Will Patatt, Jake Higgins
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