Cooler 45 (Bonfire Nonsense)

🎵 [Intro]
Yeah…
This one’s for the rednecks, the freaks, the drunk uncles,
And everyone who ever played garbage with 44 cards
in a busted-ass lawn chair.
Let’s get fucked up.

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🎵 [Verse 1]
Cooler 45 and a fat-ass blunt,
Tommy lost his shirt and he’s actin’ like a runt.
Mike’s tryin’ to paint the sky, swearin’ at the moon,
Salem took a shit in the garden too soon.

Marissa dealin’ cards with one tit out,
Yellin’ “garbage!” while the kids run about.
Phil yellin’ “Me how!” like he’s fluent in trash,
We laughin’ so hard, spilled whiskey on the sash.

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🎵 [Chorus]
Cooler 45 and two bad bitches,
Booty shorts tight, got mosquito itches.
Campfire hot, but this crew’s insane,
Somebody’s cousin just pissed in the rain.
We got ass cracks showin’, mullets blowin’,
Mike’s drunk singin’ ‘bout UFOs and towin’.
It’s the redneck rave, with some full moon sin —
If you ain’t gettin’ weird, you ain’t gettin’ in.

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🎵 [Verse 2]
Angie’s flippin’ burgers, sippin’ on Crown,
Yellin’ at the neighbors, “Turn that Bible shit down!”
Tommy’s on a rant ‘bout conspiracy files,
Showed us a nipple just to get some smiles.

Daisy chasin’ chickens like it’s UFC,
Peter’s got a gator on a goddamn leash.
Olivia drunk textin’ some dude in jail,
While Auntie just flashed the Amazon mail.

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🎵 [Chorus Repeat]
Cooler 45 and two bad bitches,
We ain’t leavin’ ‘til the fire pit glitches.
Moonshine shots, beer foam fights,
Mike passed out with his balls in the lights.
You can keep your clubs, your city lights glow —
Out here we do bonfires and fuckin’ let go.
If life’s a mess, we’re makin’ it worse —
Singin’ “fuck that job” in every damn verse.

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🎵 [Outro]
So roll it up, drink it down,
Flash your tits and pass it ‘round.
It’s redneck bliss, with a drunk-ass twist —
Dead Love Drive, baby — you don’t wanna miss.

A raunchy country-rap anthem about wild bonfire parties, booze, garbage cards, drunk friends, and no-filter fun.”