Lyrics
[Verse]
Alarm screaming, but I hit the snooze,
Not for the job, but the rod I choose.
Coffee in the thermos, bait in the truck,
Fishing pole riding shotgun, ain't no luck—it's skill.
Delta fog rolling, can't see the lines,
But I know these waters, they're family vines.
[Prechorus]
Boss calls twice, I hit decline,
Ain't no punch clock where the fishin' shine.
[Chorus]
I wake up late for work, but not to fish,
Delta waters grant my morning wish.
Antioch to Stockton, down Sacrament',
Camera off, no evidence sent.
[Verse 2]
Dockside whispers, reels start to sing,
Bass jumping higher than a diamond ring.
Emails piling, but I ain't stressed,
Waders on, boots muddy—Sunday best.
The boss don’t know, and what he don’t see,
Won’t hurt him none; I’m catchin’ history.
[Bridge]
No suit, no tie, just a muddy creek,
Where the catfish bite and the herons speak.
A man’s gotta live, can’t work to the bone,
Out here I’m rich, in a no-signal zone.
[Chorus]
I wake up late for work, but not to fish,
Delta waters grant my morning wish.
Antioch to Stockton, down Sacrament',
Camera off, no evidence sent.
Style
acoustic guitar and banjo with a light hip-hop beatraplaid-backcountry-rapcountry
Prompt
Country rap calling off work and fish. I wake up late for work but not to fish. Delta water from Antioch to Stockton all the way to Sacramento. My boss won’t know. Camera off no evidence
Credits
Prompt by
MrTealReelz
MrTealReelzGeneratedNov 21, 2025
ModelAria v5
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