Lot 13 Nights at Netley Creek

[Intro]
Pull up, gravel crackin'
Cooler in the back and
Netley on the map and
Yeah, we really like that (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Lot 13, that’s the landmark
Lexi laughin' in the lawn chair, spark
Sun drop low, we don’t clock no time
Just tall tales, campsite talk, rewind
Flames do a dance on the steel ring
Burgers on the grate, that real thing
Kids run wild, dog by the water
Old heads brag, “Back when we were hotter”
Picnic table with the cards laid
Boom box bumpin', that retro parade
Mismatched hoodies, cut-off sleeves
We rich in jokes and autumn leaves
[Chorus]
Lot 13 nights at Netley Creek
Good friends packed in every seat
We don’t need much, just the fire and the sky
Laugh so hard that the tears get dry
Lot 13 loud, we never leave
Breeze in the pines, can’t catch this feel
If you know, then you know that streak
We live forever at Netley Creek (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Cooler cracked, that hiss so cold
Stories get big as the fish we told
Lantern glow on the gravel road
Boots kick dust, that glitter mode
Lexi callin' out, “Who’s up next?”
Cornhole champs, talk loud, flex
Neighbor lots wander through our zone
End up sittin' like it’s their home
Sky so clear, can’t name the stars
But we still aim like we shoot for Mars
Hip-hop bangin' on an old deck speaker
Beat real tough but the crew run deeper
No stress here, just cheap chair thrones
Screens face down, we in our own phones
Sing off-key to the throwback track
Whole campground yell the hook right back (yeah!)
[Chorus]
Lot 13 nights at Netley Creek
Good friends packed in every seat
We don’t need much, just the fire and the sky
Laugh so hard that the tears get dry
Lot 13 loud, we never leave
Breeze in the pines, can’t catch this feel
If you know, then you know that streak
We live forever at Netley Creek
[Bridge]
From the first light mist on the shoreline
To the late-night roast in the gold shine
Every year we swear it’s the last time
Then we back, same crew on the same line
Lexi call roll like a class list
Every name answered, no one missed (woah)
If home is a place where the heart don’t leak
Then mine’s parked here at Netley Creek
[Chorus]
Lot 13 nights at Netley Creek
Good friends packed in every seat
We don’t need much, just the fire and the sky
Laugh so hard that the tears get dry
Lot 13 loud, we never leave
Breeze in the pines, can’t catch this feel
If you know, then you know that streak
We live forever at Netley Creek (hey!)
We live forever at Netley Creek

rap, Hybrid 80s pop hook over hard Midwest hip-hop drums, bright synth stabs, and rubbery bass line. Verses lean into aggressive rap cadences with crisp hats and snappy snares; chorus flips to an anthemic, sing-along melody with stacked group vocals. Occasional vinyl-stop drops and filtered breakdowns between sections to spotlight punchy bars, then explode back into full, glossy, stadium-ready energy. Male vocals., hip hop, hardcore hip hop, pop