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Living It Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Citycreed
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Andre Ventura, Marcos Benedit




Citycreed - Living It Up Lyrics
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My friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Throwing down em lines by the river
Late at night they black out for the thrills
They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner
Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast
They're lighting up a fire till no one is left
They're not coming home
It ain't look like this in a long time
Ripping down dirt roads when the suns down
Back in my home town
Fishing with em buck rounds
Cause if you're living in this place
You better know how
I used to worry if I left
That they'll outgrow me
But 786 still the home
That holds the old me
I'm start to overthink a little
When I'm sitting alone
But I'll keep coming
To those warm glades where
I was raised where
Them tailgates overflow
And even if you don't believe it
Soon you'll hear it
You'll hear them say
My friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Throwing down em lines by the river
Late at night they black out for the thrills
They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner
Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast
They're lighting up a fire till no one is left
They're not coming home
Yeah I am proud of who I am
Of where I come from where I been
Of that old place I call my home
My friends keep living it up
They keep on running in between
Them Georgia pines and southern keys
The whole damn place they call a home
And my friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Hit the gas going fast cause they ain't had enough
There ain't nobody getting home safely
They're always out on the run
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Running tracks till they crash or get stuck in the mud
And ill never wanna be the last to go
They're not coming home
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My friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Throwing down em lines by the river
Late at night they black out for the thrills
They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner
Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast
They're lighting up a fire till no one is left
They're not coming home
It ain't look like this in a long time
Ripping down dirt roads when the suns down
Back in my home town
Fishing with em buck rounds
Cause if you're living in this place
You better know how
I used to worry if I left
That they'll outgrow me
But 786 still the home
That holds the old me
I'm start to overthink a little
When I'm sitting alone
But I'll keep coming
To those warm glades where
I was raised where
Them tailgates overflow
And even if you don't believe it
Soon you'll hear it
You'll hear them say
My friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Throwing down em lines by the river
Late at night they black out for the thrills
They'll either make it home or end up locked in a cell
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Pack a lip and smoke darts for dinner
Cause the morning's ain't coming up fast
They're lighting up a fire till no one is left
They're not coming home
Yeah I am proud of who I am
Of where I come from where I been
Of that old place I call my home
My friends keep living it up
They keep on running in between
Them Georgia pines and southern keys
The whole damn place they call a home
And my friends are living it up
Getting drunk in the back of a pick up truck
Hit the gas going fast cause they ain't had enough
There ain't nobody getting home safely
They're always out on the run
They keep living it up
Out back burnin rubber off the tires of a truck
Running tracks till they crash or get stuck in the mud
And ill never wanna be the last to go
They're not coming home
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Writer: Andre Ventura, Marcos Benedit
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