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Lyrics
[Verse]
Croak in the mist, a ribbit revolution,
Pond ripples talkin', nature's constitution.
Massachusetts bass game, rods in the air,
Kayak slicing through water, no despair.
Smoking that lily pad, clouds in my dome,
Campfire popping, this the frog's home.
Grill sizzles louder than the city at night,
Beer cans clinking, wilderness delight.
[Chorus]
Fishing scum, frog elite,
Kayak rolling, can't compete.
Stop the water, let it breathe,
Outdoor life, that's the creed.
[Verse 2]
Camo on my back, but the vibe stays loud,
Dragonflies salute, no need for a crowd.
Bait in the tackle box, hook with precision,
Life on the line, every cast is a mission.
Weed smoke spiral, like a signal to the stars,
Grill got the steak seared, Venus and Mars.
Beer foam spills, moonlight’s the DJ,
Frogs hop to the beat, we live the freeway.
[Bridge]
Kayak drifts, smoke lifts,
Nature’s gift, don’t shift.
Grill flips, life shifts,
Wilderness rift, uplift.
Details
GeneratedOct 4, 2025
Duration4:00
LanguageEnglish
Style
gangster rap, gritty, with layered ambient nature sounds and male vocals, bass-heavy, rap
Credits
Prompt by
ManofConcrete
ManofConcreteModelAria v4
Prompt
Gangster rap frog master fishing, Massachusetts kayak fishing fishing stop water, fishing scum, frog elite kayak fishing smoking weed drinking campfire cooking on the grill beer outdoor wilderness w
