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[Verse 1]
Acoustic six-string picking in the front porch shade
Dust on the timber where the hard work’s laid
Then the bass drops down with a heavy, low thud
Mixing sweet country air with the southern red mud
Boots on the floorboards, sliding real slow
Got that rhythm in my chest and nowhere else to go
[Chorus]
And that groove just calls my name
Like a moth to a porch-light flame
Saying come on, get a grip and rip
Two handfuls, yeah, you let it slip
Bounce it back, let it ride real nice
Feel that chemistry, roll the dice
[Verse 2]
Banjo rolls high like a mid-summer breeze
While the 808 hits and brings you to your knees
Ain't no slowing down once the rhythm takes hold
Worth more to me than a pocket full of gold
Take a little bite of the sweet apple pie
Underneath the glow of a Georgia sky
[Chorus]
And that groove just calls my name
Like a moth to a porch-light flame
Saying come on, get a grip and rip
Two handfuls, yeah, you let it slip
Bounce it back, let it ride real nice
Feel that chemistry, roll the dice
[Outro]
Yeah, keep it bouncing
Real nice
Let it ride
[Fade Out]
Details
GeneratedSep 13, 2026
Duration2:21
LanguageEnglish
Style
country folk rap, acoustic guitar picking, banjo, heavy 808 hip hop bass, driving southern bounce groove, rhythmic rap verses, melodic sung chorus, energetic and playful mood
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187Byeagerz256ModelAria v6
Prompt
Country folk rap that booty just want quit it’s basically calling my name saying come on a grip and rip two handfuls it’s on bounce it just for you feel that chemistry make me want to take a bite nice
