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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolling up behind that busted door
Boxes
Bikes
And paint cans on the floor
Dog asleep between our shoes
Old lawn chair throne
That was our view
Ashtray on the hood of my car
Plastic tray dinners like we’re stars
You’d stack the crackers way too high
Cheese on your lip
Red in your eyes (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
We got high in the garage on a Tuesday
Half-warm sodas
Laughing like we’re rich
Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet
You feeding me bites I could barely even switch
If this is all we ever had
I’d still choose it
Cardboard table
Concrete throne
You and me
We were young
We were dumb
We were losing it
In that smoky little kingdom by the street
[Verse 2]
You’d raid your mom’s old stereo
Skip every song you didn’t know
Dance in socks on oil stains
Dog barking loud at passing trains
Windows cracked
But not enough
Sweet
Slow air
We’re talking tough
Making plans we couldn’t name
But I knew my life just changed (hey)
[Chorus]
We got high in the garage on a Tuesday
Half-warm sodas
Laughing like we’re rich
Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet
You feeding me bites I could barely even switch
If this is all we ever had
I’d still choose it
Cardboard table
Concrete throne
You and me
We were young
We were dumb
We were losing it
In that smoky little kingdom by the street
[Bridge]
Now it’s diapers in the backseat
Groceries on the floor
Different house
Same heartbeat
Same girl I fell for
Sometimes I still smell that summer
When you brush by my sleeve
One look and we’re right back under
That sagging roof
That sweet old scene
[Chorus]
We got high in the garage on a Tuesday
Half-warm sodas
Laughing like we’re rich
Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet
You feeding me bites I could barely even switch
If this is all we ever have
I’d still choose it
Every bill
Every fight
Every dream
‘Cause we were broke
We were bold
We were foolish kids
In that smoky little kingdom
And you’re still my queen
Details
GeneratedApr 9, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Laid-back reggae-rock groove with sun-baked guitars, offbeat skank chords, and a fat, lazy bassline. Male vocals, relaxed but playful, with stacked harmonies on the hook and occasional spoken asides. Light organ swells fill the spaces; drums ride a rimshot-heavy one-drop that opens up into a bigger backbeat on the choruses. Slight tape warmth and room reverb to make it feel like a hazy, happy memory., reggae rock
Credits
Prompt by
Krazynuts86
Krazynuts86ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A reggae rock song about when me and my wife used to smoke weed in the garage with the dog and eat lunchables when we were dating.
