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Lyrics
[Verse]
Down in the basement where the light barely shines,
I'm stirrin' up a batch, got my recipe refined.
No clothes on my back, just sweat on my skin,
A chemist in the raw, let the chaos begin.
[Chorus]
Cookin' up trouble, in this dark, dingy space,
My tweaker buddies grinnin', can't wait for a taste.
Naked as the truth, in this chemical haze,
Cookin' up trouble, countin' down the days.
[Verse 2]
The walls are drippin' water, mold’s creepin’ high,
The air’s so thick with fumes, it could make a buzzard die.
My pals are upstairs, tappin' boots on the floor,
Howlin' like coyotes, "Man, we need some more!"
[Chorus]
Cookin' up trouble, in this dark, dingy space,
My tweaker buddies grinnin', can't wait for a taste.
Naked as the truth, in this chemical haze,
Cookin' up trouble, countin' down the days.
[Bridge]
Flames lick the beaker, it’s a volatile art,
One wrong move and I could blow us apart.
But there’s a thrill in the risk, a spark in the air,
The kind of life you live when you just don’t care.
[Verse 3]
The sheriff’s out prowlin’, but I’m too slick to fall,
Got my stash in the ceiling, my escape route through the hall.
The boys keep hollerin’, “Man, is it done yet?”
Patience ain’t their virtue, but neither is regret.
Details
GeneratedJun 15, 2025
Duration3:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
acoustic, male vocals, country, humorous
Credits
Prompt byRemixerTribal601
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Funny country song about cooking meth in a dank basement, naked, while tweaker buddies are champing at the bit waiting to smoke with me
