Ride or Pride (In a Jacked-Up Chevy)

Cole’s got a flannel and a heart full of fear,

Won’t settle down, just sippin’ on beer.

But I got a plan, it’s a little bit wild,

Start with a wedding, end with a smile.

C’mon, Cole, don’t be so shy,

We could be legends ’neath the rural sky.

You and your wife, and maybe me too,

Three hearts racin’ in a Silverado crew.

Gay love, straight truck, what a blessed mix—

Kisses and torque and some boundary tricks.

We ain’t redefining, just expanding the script,

Throwin’ tradition a sweet little twist.

You’ve got your vows, now add a surprise,

A cowboy kiss ‘neath the moonlit skies.

It ain’t about labels, it’s just about feels,

Lifted suspension and mutual ideals.

If love is a highway, let’s floor it and see—

What happens in Chevys ain’t just fantasy.

So c’mon, Cole, break free tonight,

Throw your doubts in the truck bed, hold on tight.

We’ll toast to freedom in four-wheel drive,

Love in the cab, feelin’ so alive.

Gay sex? Maybe. But love’s the real key—

In that jacked-up Chevy, you ride with me.

So here’s to you, Cole, and your matrimonial start,

But don’t be afraid to follow your heart.

Whether it’s bros or vows or midnight confessions,

Let’s steer through love with no suppressin’.