SMOL

  • Id:

    68a25cd98a69855040aeb53f0231ddc307a6a5515b95b664c981f6896df4581b
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  • Prompt:

    Blond guy named deev is nervous about camping with his buds. He's used to the finer life with his influencer girlfriend. He would rather go somewhere with a couch and old fashioneds. He is nervous there won't be room in the car but won't drive himself because he has a city car without headlights. His farts are deadly and his dandruff is bad.

  • Image:

    Camping With Deev

  • Description:

    In the image, a blond-haired man named Deev is standing in a forest, looking nervous and uncertain about his upcoming camping trip with his friends. He is wearing a backpack and has a city car without headlights, which adds to his apprehension. The scene is set in a dark, moody atmosphere, with a hint of humor in Deev's description as a "nervous influencer" who prefers a couch and old fashioneds over the outdoors.

  • Songs:

    👈 better

  • Lyrics:

    Title: Camping With Deev
Tags: Indie Rock, Alternative, Comedy Rock

Deev's got a city car, no headlights at night,  
But he's headed for the woods, where there's no light.  
He'd rather be sipping old fashioneds in a chair,  
But his buds have him camping, and he's filled with despair.  

(Chorus)  
Oh, Deev, what are you doing in the wild?  
You’re used to the finer life, it’s got you riled.  
No room for your city car, no space to hide,  
And your farts, my friend, they can't be denied.  

He's got dandruff like snowflakes, it's falling so fast,  
But he can't shake the thought that this trip won't last.  
Nervous about the forest, he checks his pack twice,  
Would rather be inside with some whiskey and ice.  

(Chorus)  
Oh, Deev, what are you doing in the wild?  
You’re used to the finer life, it’s got you riled.  
No room for your city car, no space to hide,  
And your farts, my friend, they can't be denied.  

(Bridge)  
He won’t drive himself, his car’s a mess,  
But somehow he’s here, more stressed, no less.  
His buddies are laughing, they know the score,  
But Deev's just thinking, “I want a door.”  

(Chorus)  
Oh, Deev, what are you doing in the wild?  
You’re used to the finer life, it’s got you riled.  
No room for your city car, no space to hide,  
And your farts, my friend, they can't be denied.  

(Outro)  
So here he stands, in the forest so deep,  
Deev’s just hoping that the ground won’t creep.  
Maybe next time he’ll skip the woods, stay inside,  
With a couch, some Old Fashioneds, and a comfy ride.