Gulf Coast Netflix & Chill

[Verse 1]
Kickin’ back, Gulf Coast glow
Cowboy hat on the nightstand, slow
Her hair up, hotel robe on still
Room key tossed, got some time to kill
Sunshine laughin’, toes in my lap
Remote in her hand, I’m under her spell, that’s that
Room service plate on the windowsill
She hits “Are you still watchin’?” and grins for real (ohhh)
[Pre-Chorus]
From Seattle rain to this bay breeze
We made a map from the Sound to the sea
Big Roy heart in a beachside town
Clydesdale love, yeah, we shut it all down
[Chorus]
Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
Robe hangin’ open, you drivin’ me crazy
That sunset light on your skin so hazy
We missin’ every show ‘cause the love too wavy
Yeah, Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
You hit “next episode,” I’m like “girl, maybe”
‘Cause every little kiss got my vision goin’ shady
Cowboy and his wife turn the night real brazy (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
She say “Pick somethin’,” I scroll too long
She climbs on my lap, now I lost the plot, gone
Some crime show playin’ in the background low
But every single clue on her face, that glow
Sea-salt air through the cracked balcony door
We got sand in our boots, clothes on the floor
She hums that hook from the drive back in
Now I’m writin’ her name on her sun-kissed skin
[Chorus]
Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
Robe hangin’ open, you drivin’ me crazy
That sunset light on your skin so hazy
We missin’ every show ‘cause the love too wavy
Yeah, Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
You hit “next episode,” I’m like “girl, maybe”
‘Cause every little kiss got my vision goin’ shady
Cowboy and his wife turn the night real brazy
[Bridge]
From the tall pine trees to the warm tide foam
Anywhere you are, that’s my home
Clickin’ through channels, but the truth is still
Best thing on the screen is the way you feel (come here)
[Chorus]
Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
Robe hangin’ open, you drivin’ me crazy
That sunset light on your skin so hazy
We missin’ every show ‘cause the love too wavy
Yeah, Netflix and chill on the Gulf Coast, baby
You hit “next episode,” I’m like “girl, maybe”
‘Cause every little kiss got my vision goin’ shady
Cowboy and his wife make a love song daily (oh yeah)

rap, Warm country-rap groove with lazy swing drums, rubbery sub, and twangy acoustic licks; male vocals half-sung, half-spoken in the verses, melodic hook in the chorus. Steel guitar glides in the background, organ pads in the pre-chorus, hook stacked with doubled vocals and a few playful ad-libs. Easy campfire energy that still knocks in the truck., country