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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.
Details
GeneratedNov 21, 2025
Duration1:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic guitar and banjo with a light hip-hop beat, rap, laid-back, country-rap, country
Credits
Prompt by
MrTealReelz
MrTealReelzModelAria v5
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
