Get Along

Money came on in the car with my mom
I said I really love that song
She said imagine that playing in a Cadillac for 18 hours
With cigarette smoke blowing in the wind

My grandpa couldn't quit
I think I would've gotten along with him

Wyatt was always a stickler for my health
I said that I like harming myself
He said you should probably stop that because whenever you lose it
It's got us diggin through the grass and couch cushions

Then Michael said to quit
I think I'll get along with him

Life at the beach is being drunk before 6
I said that's I line, I've got a song for it
He said that rhymes and I said I can't see it
But in his head it rhymes when you say it in an Irish accent

Now I'm laying in his bed
And I really get along with him
It's really nice to get along with him
Get along, get along, get along, get along with him
Get along, get along, get along, get along with him
Get along, get along, get along, get along with him



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Roselle
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