Meet up, greet up, tee up, Let’s go, Seat up, feet up, speed up, let’s roll. First hole nerves, breakfast ball, First swings free, standard call. You see, me re-tee, then free swing, my club Repeat, 2 green trees, block ing me like thud. Already, I realize, my scores gonna suck, But that’s not, why I’m here, I’m just here for fun. My , homies, roast me, and post me online, 5 off, the tee box, should be, a crime. We crack, some cold ones, and turn on, some tunes, Talk smack, to old heads, won’t let us, play through. Putt putts, no gimmes, you get what you get, Tough luck, no free-bees, you net what you net. Cart girl showing up asking bout a drink, My buddy on the tee box and scared of what she’ll think. That liquid courage got him brave, he looks at her and winks. He closes his eyes and lets it fly, balls on the rise, To his surprise ,he bombs a drive, ball go sky high. Didn’t shank, didn’t top, he past the test, Cart girls face, showed that she, was unimpressed. Dropped off the beers, took the cash, threw the cart in drive. Acting like she’s seen that kind of swing a hundred thousand times. He’s feeling better, got his wedge just dropping darts, Got tha Right amount beers, chipping off tha charts, Next hole starts and he’s swaying, getting a little drunker, Eyes are crossed, he’s spraying, ends up green side bunker. Now he’s stuck, out of luck, gotta find a way out of this, Eyes on the prize, he says he can’t miss. Chokin up, digging in , open the face, check the pin, In the trap, he’s not trapped, Club swings back, sand is slapped. Dirt fly, he’s out, balls tracking to the flag, It’s rolling, it’s dying, about to be a lag. Wind gust blows, and it drops, the boys go wild. We run, we jump, celebrate, then we make, a dog pile. Pick up and pack up for the par 5, hold up I’m missing , my putter and my 9. Left it on the last hole, the drive of shame, I forgot some clubs, I try to explain. They laugh hand me my clubs with a grin, I said thanks, gave a smile, said won’t happen again. Hole 18, got the driver in hand, Wish I could loop it back, another 18 planned. The second round, starts right now, if wives allow, let’s go! Another round let’s go! 36 bound, let’s go! [Hook X3] Golfing the boys, man that’s tha best time, Taking 3 hours, just to play the front 9, Good music, good vibe, , cold drinks feeling just right, Wish we could play forever, but we runnin out of daylight.
