Zach Crowell - Raised On It lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Hunt] Snapbacks and Levi jeans PBR and burnt CDs Running for the gra** on the hot concrete We're still working on our summer feet Cheap gas and Reddy ice Trunk music and headlight fights Dodging the smoke from a riverbank fire A pretty girl and a pickup line like "Hey what's your name, you know smoke follows beauty, baby" [Chorus: Sam Hunt] We stayed up all night long, made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water in the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in, stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (raised on it) Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it [Verse 2: Sam Hunt] Car wash at the custom tent Sticky quarters and pine tree scent The only sign that we ever got stuck Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck 5-1's with a 20 on top Three guard at the barber shop Duckin' from your ex at the 4-way stop Turn the music down when you're pa**ing the cops [Chorus: Sam Hunt] We stayed up all night long, made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water in the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in, stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (raised on it) Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it [Bridge: Sam Hunt] Mama's prayers and daddy's speech Front porch philosophies A little too young and dumb to see Just what it all meant to me [Chorus: Sam Hunt] We stayed up all night long, made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water in the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in, stompin' on the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it (raised on it) Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it [Outro: Sam Hunt] Mmm yeah When that sun starts sinking When they turn those open signs around We thought we ran this town Running around just Breaking hearts and curfew Out in the yard with no shoes Staying cool in a Nylon pool Foul ball headed for the parking lot And those Saturday mornings we sleep late ATVs and fire breaks Worn out jeans, black eyed peas, backroads and blue skies I was born and raised on it Might have misbehaved on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made