Home grown
Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio
You ain't gotta sing but you got the face to play the role
You can play with me

And all the bros
Try for the girls, who try to tear these tight clothes
She got a hat and all he has is his asshole
She'll be a' boppin to me

And her hair-do
He knows the lipstick kisses, oh yeah that's the right move
Make me feel like I'm the one who moves you
The only one you see

Now take me down
Don't you let those tears quench the thirsty ground
Don't you be so scared that you can't make a sound
Make a sound for me

Oh the London scene
'Cause England's Queen makes you love the tales I breathe
You know the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King
The King they want to see

Home grown
Rock to the rhythm, and bop to the beat of the radio
You ain't gotta sing but you got the face to play the role
You can play with me

And her hair-do
And those lipstick kisses, oh yeah that's the right move
Makes me feel like I'm the one who's moving you
The only one you see

Oh the London scene
'Cause England's Queen makes you love the tales I breathe
And those the rainy days they ain't so bad when you're the King
The King they want to be

Writer : CALEB FOLLOWILL, NATHAN FOLLOWILL, JARED FOLLOWILL, MATTHEW FOLLOWILL
Copyright : Lyrics © WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, BUG MUSIC