Track · Apr 9, 2026 · English

Garage Lunchables

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3:39

Language

English

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Rolling up behind that busted door

Boxes

Bikes

And paint cans on the floor

Dog asleep between our shoes

Old lawn chair throne

That was our view

Ashtray on the hood of my car

Plastic tray dinners like we’re stars

You’d stack the crackers way too high

Cheese on your lip

Red in your eyes (oh yeah)

[Chorus]

We got high in the garage on a Tuesday

Half-warm sodas

Laughing like we’re rich

Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet

You feeding me bites I could barely even switch

If this is all we ever had

I’d still choose it

Cardboard table

Concrete throne

You and me

We were young

We were dumb

We were losing it

In that smoky little kingdom by the street

[Verse 2]

You’d raid your mom’s old stereo

Skip every song you didn’t know

Dance in socks on oil stains

Dog barking loud at passing trains

Windows cracked

But not enough

Sweet

Slow air

We’re talking tough

Making plans we couldn’t name

But I knew my life just changed (hey)

[Chorus]

We got high in the garage on a Tuesday

Half-warm sodas

Laughing like we’re rich

Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet

You feeding me bites I could barely even switch

If this is all we ever had

I’d still choose it

Cardboard table

Concrete throne

You and me

We were young

We were dumb

We were losing it

In that smoky little kingdom by the street

[Bridge]

Now it’s diapers in the backseat

Groceries on the floor

Different house

Same heartbeat

Same girl I fell for

Sometimes I still smell that summer

When you brush by my sleeve

One look and we’re right back under

That sagging roof

That sweet old scene

[Chorus]

We got high in the garage on a Tuesday

Half-warm sodas

Laughing like we’re rich

Breaking up the snacks like it’s gourmet

You feeding me bites I could barely even switch

If this is all we ever have

I’d still choose it

Every bill

Every fight

Every dream

‘Cause we were broke

We were bold

We were foolish kids

In that smoky little kingdom

And you’re still my queen

Style

rocklaid-back reggae-rock groove with sun-baked guitarsoffbeat skank chordsand a fatlazy bassline. male vocalsrelaxed but playfulwith stacked harmonies on the hook and occasional spoken asides. light organ swells fill the spaces; drums ride a rimshot-heavy one-drop that opens up into a bigger backbeat on the choruses. slight tape warmth and room reverb to make it feel like a hazyhappy memory.reggae rockenglish

Prompt

A reggae rock song about when me and my wife used to smoke weed in the garage with the dog and eat lunchables when we were dating.

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Krazynuts86

GeneratedApr 9, 2026

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