| Back in my hometown you were finally cool
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| When you snuck into an R-rated flick with booze
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| Project X and PineApple express
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| Gave us inspiration where to take the night next
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| When credits rolled we were halfway out
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| Of the parking lot to the
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| Twisting tops off, trying not to get caught
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| But if we did all the cute girls will talk about it
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| See, word got around about the hell we raised
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| Every night when the sun went down
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| We were in our prime
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| Running that town
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| It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
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| Every Friday night in Levis
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| Running like hell from blue lights
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| Spending cash, never looking back
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| Fake IDs, big city dreams
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| Small town celebrities
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| See, back in my down, yeah back in my town
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| We had parties in the field when the sun went down
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| Wasn’t no Facebook, no Instagram
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| No backtalk to momma, it was strictly, «Yes, ma’am»
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| We was raised in the church, I ain’t scared of work
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| Love Friday night sitting and my high school winning
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| Heartbreak was real, I reckon it still is
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| Things ain’t change much for small-town kids
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| We were young and dumb, we were wild and free
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| Cranked some old Hank
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| Living in the moment is all we could see
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| Tryna be a small-town celebrity
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| It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
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| Every Friday night in Levis
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| Running like hell from blue lights
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| Spending cash, never looking back
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| Fake IDs, big city dreams
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| Small town celebrities
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Red dirt walking, red carpet talking
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| High dollar rolling, backseat rocking
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| It was all Hollywood, blowing smoke
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| A couple James Deans just stealing the show
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| It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
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| Every Friday night in Levis
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| Running like hell from blue lights
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| Spending cash, never looking back
|
| Fake IDs, big city dreams
|
| Small town celebrities
|
| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh |