Let's Cookout

What a glorious day
Gods rays on my face
No rush no race
Party people in the place
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates
And lets cookout, cookout
Let's cookout, cookout, cookout
Let's cookout
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates

Weather finally broke pandemic too
Grab your crews and take a cruise
Windows down I smell Barbeque
How bout you
Yeah, let's do the do
And have a blow out
Lake canoe row out
Creek current float out
Like these words flow out
Relax chill, no doubt
The smoker, grill and I clouds blow out
It's all Kool and the Gang
When we hang
Nothin' but a G thang
A celebration
DJ spinnin' summer compilation
All the classics on rotation
This is how we do it all day everyday
Summertime Fresh Prince now it's a partay
IPAs, Bacardi
Boston Butts, St Louis Racks lookin' really hearty
I'm feeling really gnarly

What a glorious day
Gods rays on my face
No rush no race
Party people in the place
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates
And lets cookout, cookout
Let's cookout, cookout, cookout
Let's cookout
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates

Let's have a pow wow
It's almost legal now
No need to lookout
Worry about being took out
Pockets shook out
I'm cold lampin', glampin' at a cookout
Fresh water pool, coolin' like a brook trout
Not chasin' bait, I'm straight not hooked out
Don't play the corner all rooked out
Let's party, rage, get ripped
Or however you do, get lit
I'm mastering the pit
A master of the spit
Working the crowd a master of that wit
Pour out a little bit for the ones in the obits
For the win do a spin like a drill bit
Noones a misfit
It's all lovely everybody
Gen X,Y,Z
Let's coordinate an axis of unity
Translucency
Todays a jubilee

What a glorious day
Gods rays on my face
No rush no race
Party people in the place
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass

The suns going down over the canyon
Bonfire blazin' fuse up that cannon
Tiki torch lantern
Shooting star in the sky I'm never landin'
Live do something random
To the AM we'll be jammin'
And Imma be the last man standing
Rough a wiseman diamond
Fresh polo flic it up stance of the Heisman
White meat, dark meat, a breast and thigh man, B
Don't knock you don't knock me
Whatever brings you glee
Horseshoes, cornhole, Bacci
On the beach hibachi
Morningstar over the sea
Some coffee or tea
Let's do it again around 3
Part 2 of the cookout starring you and me
In 3D

What a glorious day
Gods rays on my face
No rush no race
Party people in the place
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates
And lets cookout, cookout
Let's cookout, cookout, cookout
Let's cookout
Bring a bottle or a case
Some trees for the face
Fire it up chill
Now fire up the grill
Crank up the bass
Pile them plates



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Stepp
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