Back Porch Chill

--- [Intro] Heh, yeah, uh-uh, ayy, let’s ride (woo)… Feet up, sippin' (yeah)… Far away, but tonight we wide awake (hah)… [Verse 1] Sun droppin’ slow, hat tipped low… Stir the coals, pass that smoke [laugh], all stress gone… Neighbors hollerin [shhhh], moon catchin’ ashes… Laugh in my chest, feel the world move past us… Got troubles, yeah, but we let ’em simmer like stew… Round here, problems turn to punchlines with the crew… Pickin’ at chicken, fingers greasy, leavin’ nothin’ but bones… Nothing fancy but we rich beneath the evening moon… [Pre-Chorus] Tumble on the porch, whole fam, all force (that's right)… Crickets in surround sound—ain’t need for no noise… Bare feet knock, secret knock on the wood… Some run for the city, but I don’t think I ever could… [Chorus] Ayy, out here where the fireflies rise (rise, rise)… Smiles thick as that southern pie (mmm, that sweet)… Long talk, no plans, just ease up the night… Back porch chill, where it all feels right (uh-uh, it’s right now)… Ayy, feet up, breeze ‘round, moon light bright… Got what we need—ain’t tryna find new highs… Back porch chill, lean back, let it vibe… [Verse 2] Lean back in my chair, watch the dry dirt roads swirling… Pine-scented breeze twisting, gentle as a whisper… Life used to sting, now it warms like the sun… A little porch time, yeah, that’s where the good comes from… Remember trouble lives in the back… Now it drifts away with the evening shade… Old black lab waggin’ slow, friends tellin’ tales… Nothing but honest grins, freedom in the sound… Every laugh a jewel, every holler a hymn… Evenings painted thick, sun sliding down… Ain’t no rush, let laughter climb to the stars… Joy comes quiet, like a hush when the fire flies fly… [Bridge] Laid back—ha—let the gnats dance ’round… Ice in the cup, toast the laid-back sound… What we got ain’t money, but we all got our own crown… Breathe in the still, let the worries drown… [Chorus] Ayy, out here where the fireflies rise (rise up)… Sweet potato on the plate, and the worries slide… Feet tap the porch, let the rhythm ride… Back porch chill, where the real ones hide (ooh yeah)… Got what we need, just let that joy decide… Back porch chill, this our southern pride… [Outro] Uh, let it ride, let it ride (woo!)… Breeze on my skin, just let that time slide… Yeah, that’s right—back porch chill… Let it echo, let it echo out… ---