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Lyrics
[Verse]
Boots on dirt, dust don’t faze me
Lasso in hand, rope game crazy
Got the bull buckin’, but I’m still lazy
Gold Coast Cowboy, born too wavy
Tried my hand at ridin’, made it look easy
Plucked six strings, now the crowd wanna see me
Every little thing, I touch it turns greasy
Oiled-up skillset, they can’t out-steeze me
[Chorus]
World-class in the saddle, call me prodigy
Gold Coast dreams, man, it’s gotta be
From the ranch to the mic, no apologies
Everything I try, turns prophecy
[Verse 2]
Spit bars sharp as a spurred heel kick
Slide guitar riffs, got the blues so slick
From the barn to the bay, I flip the script quick
Gold dust drips, yeah, my aura’s thick
Tried my hand at fishing, reeled a marlin in
Tried to stay humble, but where do I begin?
Dropped a freestyle, now they call me kingpin
Prodigy vibes, every time I win
[Bridge]
Hammered nails, built a house with finesse
Painted sunsets, left the world impressed
Picked up a brush, they thought I was Da Vinci
Gold Coast shine, man, the glow's so convincing
Details
GeneratedDec 21, 2025
Duration1:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, country, bluesy rap, swagger-filled; driven by slide guitar riffs, a steady bassline groove, and a laid-back drum beat that blends boom-bap with a stomping country rhythm., blues, world
Credits
Prompt by
GulfCoastCowboy
GulfCoastCowboyModelAria v5
Prompt
A cocky bold mix of country, Rap, blues. Every thing the Gold Coast Cowboy try’s to do he ends up being a pro no matter what it’s like he’s a world prodigy
