Lyrics

This is an ode to all my old buddies
The ones that helped me realize when shit was funny
Cut our teeth, a kick in the ass
Tackling life, there's just one chance
Mischief makers piss some off
Deal with consequences or not
Roaming the city, eyes open wide
Every adversary is urged to hide
With boots on ground, win hands down
A giant sound, win hands down
Just maintain then drop the reins
And place my crown, win hands down
Like some royal decree, a verbal contract
You're with me and man I got your back
Seeking adventure every which way
Knowing full well there may be hell to pay
Adolescence in full swing
A booming voice were gonna bring
So much that this platoon can do
Bread and circus is the rule
With boots on ground, win hands down
A giant sound, win hands down
Just maintain then drop the reins
And place my crown, win hands down
Win hands down
Win hands down
Win hands
Oh-woah
With boots on ground, win hands down
A giant sound, win hands down
Just maintain then drop the reins
And place my crown, win hands down
Written by: Joey Vera, John Bush
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