Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] (Yeah) Pulled up Flannel on, that’s the dress code Muddy Subie in the driveway, that’s the best load Cool air, hoodie weather in my chest though Rain check, every day, but we still go [Verse 1] I’m the kid with the thrift-store fleece Hydro flask, carabiner on the belt loop, peace Whole crew smell like cedar and coffee beans We pre-game at the trailhead, that’s the scene Picnic table, cards on the stump Bluetooth speaker in a bear-safe trunk Laughin’ too loud, echoes off the moss If you slip in the mud, you shrug it off like “boss” Weekend plans? Hit the farmer’s stand Pick up chanterelles, text the band “Bonfire later?” Always, man Rain drips steady on the back of my hand [Chorus] This that Evergreen Social Club Where the pines stand tall and we postin’ up Got mud on my jeans, still glowin’ up If you make it up the hill, then you close enough We don’t need big city to feel this love Just a cooler and a crew and a cloudy sun Yeah, the forecast say we supposed to run But we dance in the drizzle till the night is done (hey!) [Verse 2] House party at a cabin on a gravel road String lights hangin’ like a TV show Some kids play pong in the carport code Others talk big dreams in the raincoat glow One dude’s got a longboard, ridin’ in the hall Girl’s in wool socks sittin’ on the counter, call Me out ’cause my hair’s kinda frizzed from the fog I say, “that’s my natural Pacific dog” We swap old camp scars like business cards “See that line? Yeah, I fell real hard” Everybody half-wet from the hot tub run Steam in the spruce, we’re a chosen bunch Text says “bar downtown?” we leave on read ‘Cause the DJ here’s just my homie Fred With a playlist full of throwbacks, homemade bread And the sound of the rain on the roof instead [Chorus] This that Evergreen Social Club Where the pines stand tall and we postin’ up Got mud on my jeans, still glowin’ up If you make it up the hill, then you close enough We don’t need big city to feel this love Just a cooler and a crew and a cloudy sun Yeah, the forecast say we supposed to run But we dance in the drizzle till the night is done (oh yeah) [Bridge] [Beat drops to guitar and snaps] We don’t mind that it’s gray all day We just find new games to play Hike in the morning, potluck late If it pours on the porch, that’s fate Carve our names in a cedar heart Swap playlists in a dusty car Friend group feel like a national park Kinda wild, kinda weird, kinda perfect art [Chorus] This that Evergreen Social Club Where the pines stand tall and we postin’ up Got mud on my jeans, still glowin’ up If you make it up the hill, then you close enough We don’t need big city to feel this love Just a cooler and a crew and a cloudy sun Yeah, the forecast say we supposed to run But we dance in the drizzle till the night is done (hey, hey) Evergreen Social Club Yeah, we dance in the drizzle till the night is done
Tags
rap, Bouncy mountain-pop with crisp trap drums, warm synth plucks, and bright acoustic guitar riffs; playful male vocals that flip between nimble rap and melodic hooks. Choruses hit with stacked gang vocals and wide pads, verses stay nimble and percussive. Light sub bass and claps keep it danceable, bridge strips to guitar and vocal before a final full-throttle hook., pop, hip hop
Duration
3:03
Instrumental
No
Created
2/16/2026