

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] I woke up late in my trailer Mullet flat on one side Got a text from my boss sayin' "Son, you better find a ride" My truck’s stuck deep in the driveway Since ‘09 it just sits So I grab my boots and a lukewarm beer And a can of bacon bits [Chorus] Now I run through the cul-de-sac Dodgin’ scooters, sprinklers, puffin’ my pack Ain’t a jungle, it’s a dad-bod track With a yard sale sofa and a busted kayak Yeah I run (I run) Through the cul-de-sac Flip-flops flappin’ like a heart attack Everybody yellin’, “Don’t come back!” While I run through the cul-de-sac [Verse 2] Neighbor’s kid’s got a drone with a camera Chasin’ me down the street HOA takin’ pictures Of my socks with little chili peppers on my feet Dog next door thinks I’m Bigfoot Barkin’ like Judgement Day I’m just tryin’ to steal my cousin’s Wi‑Fi From his minivan across the way [Chorus] So I run through the cul-de-sac Past the mailbox painted like a possum snack Trip on a skateboard, twist my back Still chuggin’ this coffee in a Solo pack Yeah I run (oh I run) Through the cul-de-sac Fitbit cryin’ like a maniac My spine sayin’, “Buddy, we’ve made a mistake” But I run through the cul-de-sac [Bridge] [Breakdown, drums drop, claps and guitar chucking] I ain’t brave, I ain’t wild I’m just a Wi‑Fi-huntin’ middle child Front lawn jungles, plastic trees Inflatable Santa starin’ back at me (Keep runnin’) From the bills, from the scale From that lettuce rottin’ in a plastic pail If I make it to the router by the cul-de-sac sign I’m streamin’ all night on my cousin’s dime [Chorus] Yeah I run through the cul-de-sac Past the pink flamingos and the Pontiac Got three raccoons singin’ back-up tracks And a mailman dancin’ with a fanny pack So I run (I run) Through the cul-de-sac Whole town laughin’ at my panic attack But they’ll all be knockin’ when the signal comes back ‘Cause I run, yeah I run Through the cul-de-sac
Tags
rock, Comic Southern rock / blues-rock parody with swaggering male vocals, crunchy dual guitars, honky-tonk piano fills, and a lazy back-porch groove. verses keep it tongue-in-cheek and story-driven; chorus erupts with gang vocals and slide guitar licks. tempo mid-fast with a playful, stomping rhythm and big, shout-along hooks., southern rock, blues, comedy, jungle
3:07
No
4/11/2026