[Verse 1]
Pulled up slow to Netley Creek
Coolers packed, yeah we’re set all week
Fold-out chairs in the truck bed stacked
That old corn board in a burlap sack
Kick off boots in the river sand
Sunburn’d nose, koozie in my hand
Auntie laughs, cousin hits that vape
Uncle’s already in the lake
[Chorus]
Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday
Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday
Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count
Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about
Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly
Fireball shots make the stars feel high
If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck
We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks
[Verse 2]
Bluetooth blastin’ that porch swing beat
Half country twang, half backseat heat
Gravel in my drawl when the verse gets tight
Then Nana yells “turn it down” (yeah right)
Scoreboard chalked, it’s a backyard war
Four-bag swagger, we talk that roar
Cousin hits a clutch, then he hits that cup
Trips on a root, and the whole yard cracks up
[Chorus]
Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday
Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday
Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count
Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about
Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly
Fireball shots make the stars feel high
If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck
We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, handclaps and chant]
One more shot for the ones not here (hey!)
One more cheer for the ones that are near (hey!)
Creek-side crew, yeah we run this stuff
And say it one more time ‘cause once ain’t enough
[Chorus]
Netley Creek, we don’t leave till Monday
Bonfire glow turnin’ night into Sunday
Beers on ice, we ain’t keepin’ count
Good friends, fam, yeah that’s what it’s about
Cornhole kings, let the bags stay fly
Fireball shots make the stars feel high
If you ain’t here, that’s your own bad luck
We all agree one thing: Chesleys sucks