Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, it’s that Evergreen drip, pine trees and privilege Middle-class on paper, but the fam mad rich
Mom’s an architect, Dad’s a sculptor of fish
Dinner at the table, every convo’s a dish
We too close, like puzzle pieces in a frame
Got family rituals that’ll put yours to shame

[Verse 1]
It’s fucking Mooning Mondays, cheeks out by dawn
Line up in the kitchen, drop trousers, game on Granny throws a ten, Dad’s like “that's a four”
We critique each butt like it’s high decor
No shame in the name of that moonlight flair
Bare buns in the sun, man, we breathe that fart air

[Verse 2 ]
Tongue Tickling Tuesdays, yeah, you heard me right We get real close with the giggles and bites
Lickin’ up arms like it’s no big deal
We tickle with tongues like gourmet veal
Uncle Jeff’s laugh got a jazz vibrato
A family that licks stays rich in bravado

[Verse 3 ]
Wipedown Wednesdays, baby wipes in hand
Polish each other like a cleaning brand
Backs, necks, toes, and the belly folds
Got a sanitary ritual, bold and cold
We fresh like dew in a mossy glen
Never know where the wipe’ll hit again

[Verse 4]
Turd Throwing Thursdays, the gloves come off
We dodge brown bombs like a backyard standoff Slingin' that scat like it’s World War Poop
Duck behind hedges, form that troop
Compost grenades, ain’t no shame
It's fertilizer warfare, part of the game

[Verse 5]
Freaky Fridays, anything goes
Whips, chains, or just touchin' toes
We redefine what "freaky" mean
No rules apply in the PNW scene
Consent is key, we got that pact
But yeah, it's a vibe you can't redact

[Verse 6]
Sibling Swap Saturdays, trade the whole style
Closet for closet, walk a mile
Room for room, I’m sleepin’ in my brothers bed Wearing his chain and his beanie instead
We transform like we shapeshift kin
Look in the mirror and see where he’s been

[Verse 7]
Silly Slimy Sundays, olive oil rain
We slip-slide wrestle in the hydroplane
Greased up like gods on Mount Rainier
Grunting and giggling, soaked in cheer
We battle it out on the backyard slope
Drippin’ with love and a slick coat of hope

[Outro]
So if you ask me what I’m really about
It’s pine, pride, and a family that’s loud
Equestrian blood, zoology brain
Washington State — I ride with no shame
Pacific air in my lungs like truth
Raised weird, raised rich — raised bulletproof

That's on gang OUT!