Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dillon Charles Fitzgerald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Marshall Skyles
Producer
Dillon Charles Fitzgerald
Producer
Moonbase Records-Los Angeles CA
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Don't wanna go home, just yet
No trouble if we don't get, caught
Took two rights and a left
Found a place where we belong
I cannot believe my eyes
So many afternoon delights
Back in spring 2009 I would gather the crew
Whether day or night
We skipped out
It was overwhelming
Perspectives made it hard to tell things apart
Round up all the underground lovers
Race to the tree lot where we found cover
Let's take a trip
Setup the tent
Pine trees moving slow, it was immense
Grew together or apart, it all depends
Who you ask, so many paths out, one road in
From the mountains of the 603 yeah
To blowin' clouds downtown at the park
Hot-boxing with the leather seats yeah
Stuck in 5th gear with the slow start
Picture this, we're finally free
Doing what we should seemed impossible
Don't look back now, it's the police
Watch the speed
Do it all again, yeah?
Of course we will
Cleaned it up with Jack, and it finally sold
Then Coco picked us up in the tahoe
Took another cruise up and down Gray Rd
These memories are all that's left to hold
I let the rest go, I let the rest go
Writer(s): Dillon Fitzgerald
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