

Prompt / Lyrics
(fuzzy intro: trolling motor idle, lighter flick, deep exhale, muffled “yee haw” laugh) Yeah… lake life, no plays needed… but we runnin’ ‘em anyway… [Verse 1] Wake up sideways, still tastin’ last night’s sin Boots muddy, river stink deep in my skin Phone blowin’ up, they want a verse or two Text back “gone fishin’” — bitch, that’s what I do Reel in the hate, cast out the fake Ranger boat hummin’, 150 on the wake They scroll for clout, I scroll for crappie bait Middle finger to the grid every goddamn day [Chorus] Run up the plays, I don’t even care Makin’ waves in my boat in my underwear She gimme throat on the float, yeah, we don’t play Sunburnt shoulders, Coors Light bouquet Drinkin’ beer, drinkin’ beer, all damn day Fuck a viral hit, I’m king of the bay [Verse 2] Trollin’ slow on this flat water dream Bass boat gleamin’, sun beamin’ mean Notifications silent, they can wait Runnin’ up the plays while the big ones take the bait Reel spinnin’ lazy, line tight in the zone Bag of that green, lightin’ up alone Eatin’ shawty cake, hittin’ different out here on the drink Sweet as cornbread, got me higher than you think [Chorus – build it up] Run up the plays while I’m on the lake Eatin’ shawty cake, gettin’ baked for God’s sake Yee haw! Yee haw! Let the good times roll Floatin’ with the current, feedin’ my soul Run up the plays, yeah, run up the plays Outlaw on the water, blowin’ smoke in the haze [Verse 3] Cooler full of Busch, fish slappin’ the deck Homegrown buzz straight buzzin’ in my neck No streams, no clout, just bobber dancin’ slow World keep hatin’, but I’m stealin’ the show She text “where you at?” — “where the crappie bite” Puffin’ lake air, feelin’ just right Eatin’ shawty cake, crumbs on my camo shirt This the high that don’t ever hurt Got a joint in my lip, worm on the hook Bent over the livewell, yeah, you read the book Bass boat bouncin’, speakers blowin’ Waylon World keep spinnin’, I keep straight chillin’ [Bridge – slow warp, tape flutter heavy] They count streams, I count strings Old six-string buzzin’ like bumblebee wings Ain’t no playlist savin’ your soul Just trotline, title, twelve-pack goal Sunset paintin’ gold on the water tonight One more toke, one more cast, amen Out here runnin’ plays ‘til the very end [Final Mega-Chorus – ragged yell, full harmony stack] RUN UP THE PLAYS WHILE I’M ON THE LAKE EATIN’ SHAWTY CAKE, GETTIN’ BAKED FOR GOD’S SAKE RUN UP THE PLAYS, I ALREADY WON Makin’ waves ‘til the piss-yellow sun She gimme throat on the float, yeah we christen the deck YEE HAW! YEE HAW! Empty cans pilin’, no regrets, what the heck Drinkin’ beer… drinkin’ beer… drinkin’ beer ‘til I’m dead Lo-fi outlaw, fishin’ every day instead Run up the plays… run up the plays… Driftin’ forever in these rebel waves (outro: rod tip bounce, fish splash, big laugh, trolling motor fade, last can crack, soft “hell yeah” into wind and lapping water)
Tags
outlaw country, rage lo-fi, warped cassette tape, detuned acoustic guitar, cheap whiskey hiss, raw Arkansas drawl, lake
3:53
No
2/19/2026