Lyrics

Lucas cruises through the northern fucking woods,
High as a kite, feeling oh so fucking good.
Sun’s dipping low, his crew is in tow,
Beer in hand, and he’s on the phone, making deals flow.

Crystal lakes sparkle, mirroring his buzz,
They’re all high and happy, no need for a fuss.
The road’s their playground, the night’s their space,
With every puff and call, they’re setting the pace.

Stopping for firewood, the guy seems to fucking flirt,
His eyes meet theirs, no hidden dirt.
A wink and a smile, deals sealed with a kiss,
The night keeps rolling, nothing’s amiss.

Sunset’s dripping down, the lake’s a glassy scene,
Lucas and his buddies in their pot-fueled dream.
No fucking rules, just a hell of a ride,
With a beer, a high, and deals fucking signed on the side.