Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Conner Smith
Conner Smith
Chant
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programmation
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Guitare acoustique
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Guitare électrique
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
Guitare électrique
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Guitare basse
Nir Z
Nir Z
Batterie
Sarah Buxton
Sarah Buxton
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Conner Smith
Conner Smith
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Ross
Daniel Ross
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Ross
Daniel Ross
Paroles/Composition
Mark Trussell
Mark Trussell
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Production
Nick Autry
Nick Autry
Ingénierie de prise de son
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Bryce Cain
Bryce Cain
Ingénierie de montage
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Ingénierie de mixage
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Personnel de studio

Paroles

I got some backside discipline from shattering the window with a baseball
Had to stay after class, call mom and dad, made me tell 'em how I mouthed off
And I got this scar and broke my arm when I tried to jump that fence
Man, I hurt from it
But yeah, I learned from it
Like that summer cuttin' grass, savin' cash to buy that truck I wrecked in three months
Or the time I got sick in my backyard
For a first dip, it was way too much
And I guess dad really did count the beers in the basement fridge
He got stern from it
But yeah, I learned from it
Yeah, we learn from it
All of 'em days when we were young and wild
Yeah, we turned up in that little town with all those Friday nights
'Cause growing up with nothing to do makes you play with fire a little
'Til we get burned from it
But yeah, we learn, yeah, we learn from it
Yeah, it's all, out of sight out of mind, just looking for a story to tell
'Cause all that time we were killin' time, momma prayed we didn't kill ourselves
'Cause we all got a story striking out lookin'
A bad first kiss
But when you're 17 it's everything
But now looking back on it
Yeah, we learn from it
All of 'em days when we were young and wild
Yeah, we turned up in that little town with all those Friday nights
'Cause growing up with nothing to do makes you play with fire a little
'Til we get burned from it
But yeah, we learn, yeah, we learn from it
Yeah, we learn
I guess sometimes the raisin' hell does the raisin' up, it's true
It ain't about the mistakes you make
It's the mistakes that make you
Learn from it
All of 'em days when we were young and wild
Yeah, we turned up in that little town with all those Friday nights
'Cause growing up with nothing to do makes you play with fire a little
'Til we get burned from it
But yeah, we learn, yeah, we learn from it
Yeah, we learn from it
Yeah, we learn
Written by: Conner Smith, Daniel Ross
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