[Intro – Upright bass, humming choir, distant rain on tin] I ain’t just kissin’ you for tonight. I’m kissin’ you for our grandbabies. For the house we’ll build. For the last name we’ll raise into legend. This right here? This is Bayou Bloodline. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Laid-back, rhythmic, storytelling flow] Started with a spark, now we burn slow, Two Southern hearts where that wild moss grows. You ain’t just my lover, girl—you my soil, Where I plant my dreams, where I sweat and toil. You carry fire in your mama hands, Strength passed down through old porch plans. I see the future in your eyes so wide— Little feet, little names, runnin’ deep in our pride. ⸻ [Chorus – Rich harmonies, slow and proud] This is Bayou Bloodline, baby, deep like the roots, From the river to the chapel to our Sunday suits. You and me, we ain’t just passin’ through— We buildin’ names, legacies, and a whole crew. You give me sons, I’ll teach ’em to pray and fight, You give me daughters, I’ll raise ’em full of light. Ain’t just about passion, it’s about time— We’re etchin’ our love in the bayou bloodline. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Louder, proud with a preacher’s cadence] We’ll pass down strength like family recipes, Gumbo love and gospel harmonies. Teach ‘em to love with their whole damn chest, To fear no storm, but still know rest. You make a house feel like holy land, And I’ll guard our gate with calloused hands. Our babies gon’ know they were born from might— A mama like fire, a daddy who fights. ⸻ [Chorus – Bigger, more triumphant with horns and choir lifting] This is Bayou Bloodline, baby, carved in oak, Like the stories granddaddy never spoke. You and me, we ain’t playin’ pretend— We makin’ blood that don’t break, don’t bend. You give me sons, I’ll shape ’em to stand tall, You give me daughters, I’ll show ’em they own it all. Ain’t just about the now—it’s by design— We raisin’ kings and queens… in our bayou bloodline. ⸻ [Bridge – Spoken word, like a blessing] One day, they’ll point to this land and say, “That’s where love grew wild and stayed.” Where mama taught ‘em to fight with grace, And daddy kissed her like the world was their place. We ain’t just a chapter… We the beginning of a whole damn book. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Slowed, stripped back, just acoustic and vocals] Bayou bloodline, baby, through and through, Our love’s the river, the storm, the truth. No matter how far the years may climb— They’ll always come home… To that bayou bloodline. ⸻ [Outro – Child’s laughter, soft crickets, wind through cypress trees] Our name. Our fire. Our forever.