Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] She walks in Jukebox humming low Mini skirt Those nets on show Chalk on her fingers Cue in her hand Sways to the beat like she owns this land [Pre-Chorus] Eight ball eyes Locked on mine I hear that clack Forget the time [Chorus] She racks ’em up and breaks ’em Sinks three in Turns around laughing like she knows she’ll win Hair falling down Yeah It chills my bones That cute little smile cuts straight through stone She racks ’em up and breaks ’em I’m gone again [Verse 2] Hip on the rail Neon on her skin Sipping that drink Slow crooked grin Calls the corner pocket Barely even aims Says “Loser buys the next ” I’m loving these games [Bridge] Every stripe Every solid Feels like fate lining up Heart on the felt Can’t bluff this rush One more game I keep saying one more game [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Modern country blues-rock with a pop top-line, midtempo groove. Slide guitar answers the vocal, warm organ pads underneath. Verses stay intimate and twangy; chorus opens with big drums, stacked gang shouts, and a gritty lead guitar hook. Male vocals, slightly raspy, with a playful swagger and a sweet lift on the title line., country blues, pop
Duration
2:59
Instrumental
No
Created
1/12/2026