Intro (spoken)
Yeah…
Work boots stink, fish don’t bite
Still ridin’ anyway
Hook (Chorus)
Paid Friday, broke by Sunday
Gas tank full, fridge look funny
Clock out, spark up, laugh too loud
Neighbors mad but we still proud
Lines in the water, smoke in the breeze
Two wheels hummin’, little THC
Blue-collar rich, don’t need no gold
Just dumb jokes, tight lines, and a bike that’s loud
Verse 1
Alarm clock rude, it don’t even care
Yell “five more minutes,” still late I swear
Boss say, “You tired?” — nah I’m good
Just wrestled a cooler and bad firewood
Lunch pail heavy, paycheck thin
Still buy tackle like I’m gonna win
Got one buddy swear he quit weed
Ask him again in about fifteen
Grease on my jeans, stain on my tee
Smell like oil and regret and weed
But I show up, do my time
Thinkin’ ‘bout the river the whole damn line
Hook (Chorus)
Paid Friday, broke by Sunday
Gas tank full, fridge look funny
Clock out, spark up, laugh too loud
Neighbors mad but we still proud
Lines in the water, smoke in the breeze
Two wheels hummin’, little THC
Blue-collar rich, don’t need no gold
Just dumb jokes, tight lines, and a bike that’s loud
Verse 2
Fire pit lit, someone burnt the dogs
Same dude swear he caught a log
Bike won’t start — kick it again
Suddenly it’s “mechanical zen”
Fish ain’t bitin’, still talk big trash
“That one right there almost snapped my drag”
Pass that joint, let it go ‘round
By the third lap, nobody frowns
Helmet smell like last night’s fun
Sunburnt neck, forgot the sunscreen again
Ain’t Instagram, ain’t staged or fake
Just real-life chaos and bad decisions made
Bridge (half-time, funny tone)
Yeah we say we’ll be home by ten
Yeah we say “one beer,” then do it again
If common sense cost money, man
We’d still spend it on gas and bait
Verse 3
Sunday morn’, head little loud
Still fire the bike ‘cause it feels right now
Kids ask, “Dad, did you catch a fish?”
I say, “Nah, but I almost did”
Bills due Monday, that’s future me
Present me chillin’ by the creek
Life ain’t fancy, but it don’t suck
Got my people, my ride, and a little luck
If I go broke, at least I’m known
For tellin’ bad jokes and ridin’ home
Clock in Monday, do it again
Livin’ for nights with the same damn friends
Final Hook (Chorus)
Paid Friday, broke by Sunday
Gas tank full, fridge look funny
Clock out, spark up, laugh too loud
Neighbors mad but we still proud
Lines in the water, smoke in the breeze
Two wheels hummin’, little THC
Blue-collar rich, don’t need no gold
Just dumb jokes, tight lines, and a bike that’s loud
Outro (spoken)
Yeah…
If it ain’t broke, we’ll probably still mess with it.
AFTERLIFE
