Lyrics:
It seemed like a good idea at the time me and this hell-raising buddy of mine
Thought we'd go gator fishing in the Louisiana swamp
He had some old
All I got is my computer and Robotic Pen
Day made out of diamonds
Doll named Ken
Scintillating attitude
Fresh attire
Don’t call me Sir, call me Sire
Gold ain't never been our style
Cold beer and a cane pole
Save us a little fishing hole
Where we can catch up on the time gone by
I wanna ride shotgun in
I went down to the fishing hole
And I set down with my fishing pole
Somethin' grabb'd my hook and it got my bait
And jerked me out in the middle
fixer up
But all I got, is all I need
A fishing hole and a summer breeze
My best girl by my side
Lost in love on a starry night
And all I want are
sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
Oh that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh some sweet day
Gonna take away
number five on the radio station
Won a four-day, three-night beach vacation
Deep sea senorita fishing down in Panama
And I ain't gotta see my ex future
hope that heaven is just like home
Go spend the rest of forever
Living your days together
Where a day feels like a thousand years by
If you look down
Hey
I heard it from the state
They told me you were never gonna let me get away
And if you took me fishing, you would never give me bait
I had
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
escape
Woah
Is that a bird or a plane, like
Uh, is that a curse or my bae?
Yeah, she rehearse every day (she do)
Fishing through my pockets, and I think I
Bitch I'm doper than your dope smoke
Rip the most dope
Hang you by fishing pole the tell your kids you coming home
Raised in a sewer hole they
And all the girls
Who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by 9
And start your slaving job
To get your pay
If you ever get
He jumps in his bireau heading down the bayou
He's got fishing lines strung across the Louisiana River
Gotta catch a big fish for us to eat
He
lower
Shit sound crazy, I know
But most of my surroundings went to apeshit lately (huh?)
My neighbor caught the bait hook just the other day
Could've been
the more I start to think the less I comprehend
He's now my everything and he's worthy of it all, from my hunting fishing work days to these poorly written
I got my license so I know no end
I'm not a follower I don't follow the trends
I don't break the rules just give em a bend
But each day I gotta hit
on that Bayou with a fishing rod in my hand
Ice chest full of that cold stuff and we doing all that we can
Got them shiner buckets that's how does it
Them
Imma Make this short
Said I wouldn't make it is you sure
Plenty fish up in this sea
Yeah I'm fishing got a lure
Throwing money on the floor
Think I'm
Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster
Than it did in the old days
So naturally we have more natural disasters
From the strain
the price is cheaper than gold
I've paid all my dues down here
'Cause every hard working man needs a beer
You've got fishing down by the river
Catching up
talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon
hanging with my friends, Love that feeling.
Bonfires, fishing poles, hanging out at the swimming hole,
Blake and all of her friends dropped by...Love that
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