Center Point Road

Thomas Rhett Akins

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    We drank our beer in the basement
    So no one would know
    We didn't care where the days went
    Had nowhere to go, Center Point Road
    When everything was about a kiss
    And clouds just looked like battleships
    Helmets crashin' on the field
    And we thought every love was real

    We wrote our own destiny
    In parking lots and empty streets
    Yeah, we got high on you and me
    Jumped over cracks beneath our feet
    And we thought it would never end
    Then watched it go like summer wind
    When growing up was just a dream
    And Friday night was everything

    Yeah, we didn't worry 'bout nothin'
    We had it all, yeah
    And bein' the fastest was somethin'
    Runnin' the halls, breakin' the law
    Life was about the party (the party, yeah)
    Who you are and who you're with
    Drinkin' 'til your head was sorry
    Oh, and dancin' for the hell of it, yeah

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    We wrote our own destiny
    In parking lots and empty streets
    Yeah, we got high on you and me
    Jumped over cracks beneath our feet
    And we thought it would never end
    Then watched it go like summer wind
    When growing up was just a dream
    And Friday night was everything

    Hold on forever (hold on forever)
    Yeah, hold onto it (hold onto it)
    Yeah, hold on forever (hold on forever)
    And never let go of it (ooh, ooh)

    Everyone says when you're younger
    It's gonna go fast
    Then suddenly hits you like thunder
    And you're gonna wanna go back
    Wanna go back, wanna go back, wanna go back

    We wrote our own destiny (oh, yeah)
    In parking lots and empty streets
    Yeah, we got high on you and me
    Jumped over cracks beneath our feet (oh, whoa)
    And we thought it would never end (ooh, yeah)
    Then watched it go like summer wind (ooh, ooh)
    When growing up was just a dream (just a dream)
    And Friday night was everything

    We wrote our own destiny
    In parking lots and empty streets
    When growing up was just a dream
    And Friday night was everything

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    Composición: Jesse Frasure, Amy Victoria Wadge, Thomas Rhett Jr. Akins y Cleveland Buchanan Wilson

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