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Will trade for a minivan

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I was born on dirt roads, hell-bent and wild, Running wide open like a reckless child, Ridin my bike with mud in my veins, King of the backroads, no ball and chain. But I met her at a bonfire on a July night, And one look at her smile hit me like a headlight. Now I got a reason to put my pride on the line— Gonna trade my dirt bike for a family ride. Will trade for a minivan, keys in my hand, From a two-stroke rebel to a family man. She’s got a little one on the way, yeah, my wild days are done, I’d swap my freedom for a place to buckle up my son. From a wheelie on the weekends to a car seat plan, I’m trading my dirt bike for a minivan. I never thought I’d hang up that helmet for good, But she’s got a way of making me do what I never could. Aint about giving up—its about growing up, Trading throttle and dust for a little more love. Now I’m dreaming ‘bout a picket fence, a yard and a swing, Baby on my lap while she’s laughing, yeah, that’s my new dream. So if you’re looking for a bike that can tear up the land, I got a deal for you, brother, come and shake my hand. Will trade for a minivan, keys in my hand, From a two-stroke rebel to a family man. She’s got a little one on the way, yeah, my wild days are done, I’d swap my freedom for a place to buckle up my son. From a wheelie on the weekends to a car seat plan, I’m trading my dirt bike for a minivan. Might be trading the wind for a passenger seat, Trading dust for diapers and dirty bare feet. But I’ll still be that hell raider, just a little tamed— ‘Cause I’ll be raising my kid to carry on my name.


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