Pull up a log and light one up. Ain't nobody arguin' out here tonight. Can't We All Just Get Along is stoner country peace talk laid over a g-funk house groove, boots in the dirt and a talkbox synth bending through the smoke. A laid back flow rides warm Rhodes and clavinet while the cooler stays full and the fire gets high, no red, no blue, just the orange of the flame. Nobody out here cares who you voted for or where you pray, everybody goes by their first name, and you just pass it to the left, simple as that. The chorus says it plain: grab the weed and pass the bong, leave the arguing where it don't belong. The bridge asks the only real question in the song, if the whole wide world could sit right here and watch the embers glow, maybe all that hollerin' would finally be gone. Experimental country meets synthwave shimmer and deep rolling 808s, this is bonfire music for anyone tired of the noise, an open invitation to put the phone down, breathe the air, and remember how to just get along. Everybody's welcome, there's always more space. Written by Pamela Arsena. Psychedelic Sativa FM on the Pamela Arsena label.
Yeah... pull up a log, light one up Ain't nobody arguin out here tonight Sun goin down and the fire's gettin high Cooler full of cold ones, good folks standin by Boots in the dirt, smoke driftin slow Ain't a single soul here tryna put on a show Dogs in the truck bed, stars comin out This the kind of peace that the city knows nothin about No headline, no timeline, no side to pick Just a circle of friends and a fat one lit Grab the weed and pass the bong Can't we all just get along Not interested in talkin sports, religion or politics Let's blaze around a bonfire in the sticks Somebody's cousin got a guitar out Hummin somethin holy that we all know about No red, no blue, just the orange of the flame Out here everybody go by their first name We don't care who you voted, where you prayin at We just pass it to the left, man, it's simple as that The world's out there swingin, throwin stone for stone Out here we just chillin, let the good vibes roam Grab the weed and pass the bong Can't we all just get along Not interested in talkin sports, religion or politics Let's blaze around a bonfire in the sticks If the whole wide world could sit right here Watch the embers glow and let go of the fear Maybe all that hollerin would finally be gone Maybe we'd remember how to just get along Ain't sayin close your eyes to the mess out there Just sayin every now and then you gotta breathe the air Put the phone down, feel the warmth on your face Everybody's welcome, there's always more space Different roads, but we landed the same Round a country fire with no one to blame So pass it on over and settle on in This the only kinda church that I'm prayin in Grab the weed and pass the bong Can't we all just get along Not interested in talkin sports, religion or politics Let's blaze around a bonfire in the sticks Grab the weed and pass the bong Sing along to the country song Leave the arguin where it don't belong Out here we all just get along Yeah... that's all it takes Just a fire and some good company
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