[Verse 1]
Sunset glow on Miami’s key, the water’s hummin’ like a sinner’s plea,
Lana struts in a bikini so tight, it’s a crime against the sea.
Ex-Navy boys turned influencer kings, ink on Rico’s chest like war paint rings,
Sven’s a Viking with a cock so long, the yacht’s listin’—call it fjord wrong.
Twins Kai and Leo, cut from the same cloth,
One’s got a stud, one’s got a hoop—both got that future shock.
She’s lickin’ her lips like a cat in cream,
Says, “Boys, I’m thirsty—let’s redefine semen like a meme!”
[Chorus]
Ohhh, we’re ridin’ neon tides, dicks like battering rams,
Miami’s got nothin’ on this steel-dick jam!
Flip her like a pancake, drown her in the sauce,
*Future’s bright, and baby—we’re pourin’ out the laws!
[Verse 2]
Rico’s got hands like a vice, tears off the top—click, no trace,
Motorboats them tits like a Tesla on race.
Sven’s tongue’s a scalpel, clit’s the incision,
She squirts like a geyser in New Orleans—damn, that’s a vision!
Twins tag-team like a Texas two-step,
Kai in her throat, Leo’s G-spot wreck,
Metal balls kissin’ her tonsils like a church bell’s knell,
Leo’s frenum’s a hurricane—she’s beggin’ for the swell.
Rico’s D-peenin’ like a hurricane in the ass,
Leo’s back there, stretchin’ like a San Francisco grass,
Sven’s jerking off like a preacher in the rain,
Says, “Girl, you’re a fountain—let’s turn this bitch to waste!”
[Chorus]
Ohhh, we’re ridin’ neon tides, dicks like battering rams,
Miami’s got nothin’ on this steel-dick jam!
Flip her like a pancake, drown her in the sauce,
*Future’s bright, and baby—we’re pourin’ out the laws!
[Verse 3]
Now she’s a human swing in Las Vegas light,
Twins holdin’ her legs like a stripper’s last night.
Rico and Sven take turns like a train through the plains,
She’s screamgin’ loud like a church on a Sunday—ain’t no shame.
Kai’s canin’ down her throat like a dog with a bone,
Leo’s ass-fuckin’ like a truck on the freeway,
Rico’s floodin’ her cunt like a Florida monsoon,
Sven’s blowin’ load on her hair like a golden halo—hallelujah.
Post-fuck cocktails in Nashville style,
Whiskey sour with a side of lies.
Lana winks, “That’s how we redefine in 2045,”
Says, “Next stop? Mars—but first, let’s hit the drive.”
[Bridge – Spoken Word, OutKast Vibe]
(Over a twangy guitar lick and a beat drop)
“Ayo… y’all ever seen a space cowboy with a dildo made of plasma?
Nah? Well, hold my beer—we’re uploadin’ that ass-gram…
To the cloud, where the AI judges call it art…
But right now? We landlubbers just rockin’ this part.”
[Outro – Chorus x2, Fading into a Fiddle Lick]
Ohhh, we’re ridin’ neon tides…
(Guitar squeal, then—)
*“Y’all remember this night when we rewrote the rules?”
(Whispered, over a harmonica wail:)
“…Next time? Venus.”
