Boop Bap

(boop bap, boop bap) (mmm-hmm, yeah, yeah) Down in the holler where the pickup trucks ride, Cousin Betty got that twinkle in her eye. Family reunion with the sweet apple pie, Some folks dance, but we "connect" on the sly. Uncle Earl grilling dogs on the pit, Grandma in her chair, yellin' "Y'all quit!" But the chemistry’s strong, man, it don’t feel wrong, Alabama love just hits different, y’all gon' sing along. Boop bap, who’s your pap? (who?) Family tree just overlap. No branches, no leaves, just straight-line ties, Cousins gettin’ close under moonlit skies. Boop bap, give a clap (clap!) Granddaddy’s laughin’, sayin', "That’s a fact!" It’s love in the South, where we keep it tight, Y’all don’t understand, but it just feels right. Sittin’ on the porch, sippin’ homemade shine, She said, “Boy, you got the same eyes as mine.” I said, “Girl, it’s true, but it’s part of the charm,” Next thing I knew, we were holdin’ arms. Aunt Sue caught us sneakin’ out by the barn, Said, “Y’all better stop before you cause alarm!” But the family tradition, it’s hard to ignore, Just look at the kinfolk—they done it before. Boop bap, who’s your pap? (yeah!) Family ties ain’t holdin’ us back. Same last name, but the spark's on fire, Alabama love takes you higher and higher. Boop bap, double tap (tap!) Tell the whole clan, “We ain’t holdin’ back!” It’s a southern romance, with a twist so tight, Love runs deep in the pale moonlight. *banjo solo* Now listen here, I know what y’all thinkin’, But in these woods, love’s all about linkin’. Cousins twice removed? Pfft, that’s just strangers! We keep it in the bloodline, living life in danger. Boop bap, who’s your pap? (who’s your pap?) Family tree just a treasure map. Roots grow deep, but the branches twist, Alabama love, it’s a family kiss. Boop bap, where it’s at (where it’s at!) Get that banjo, let’s start a track. One big circle, no start, no end, In Alabama, every lover’s a friend. (boop bap, boop bap) (mmm-hmm, yep, that’s love, y’all) *laughter fades with music*