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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]
Details
GeneratedJan 12, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt by
xsmojo420x
xsmojo420xModelAria v5
Prompt
Country blues, pop, rock, mini skirt, fishnet leggings, playing pool, racks them up and break them making 3 in, the way she has her hair down makes me shiver to my bones, with that cute smile
