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  • Id:

    865383aec6d93ba81000220c8e65d258fc03a52f24ec32044bc072e8cd99a2ca
    safe

  • Prompt:

    Blond guy named deev is nervous about camping with his pals because he's used to fancy events with an influencer. He doesn't think there will be enough room in the car but won't drive himself because he has a city car. His farts are deadly and his dandruff is bad.

  • Image:

    Deev's Camping Crisis

  • Description:

    In the image, a blond man named Deev is standing in a field, looking nervous and unsure about camping with his friends. He is wearing a red jacket and appears to be in a city car, which is not ideal for camping. The environment around him includes trees and a sky, adding to the overall atmosphere of the scene. The man's facial expression and body language convey his apprehension and uncertainty about the upcoming camping trip.

  • Songs:

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  • Lyrics:

    Title: Deev's Camping Crisis
Tags: Storytelling, Lounge, Comedy Pop, Acoustic Guitar

[Verse 1]
Deev's hair is blond, his jacket's red,
A city car's all that he dares to tread.
He's used to parties, flashing lights,
Not trees and bugs and starry nights.

[Chorus]
Oh Deev, you drama king supreme,
Worried 'bout dirt and a crowded dream.
No room in the car, but he won’t drive,
Luxury lost in a tented vibe.

[Verse 2]
Influencers, velvet ropes,
Not firewood and tangled ropes.
His farts are fierce, his flakes snow bright,
The forest fears him in the night.

[Pre-Chorus]
“No outlets here?” he cried aloud,
“What do you mean no Wi-Fi cloud?”

[Chorus]
Oh Deev, you drama king supreme,
Worried 'bout dirt and a crowded dream.
No room in the car, but he won’t drive,
Luxury lost in a tented vibe.

[Bridge]
The guys all laugh, they pitch and joke,
While Deev applies cologne and smoke.
He stares at trees like alien art,
Clutching his phone and fearing to fart.

[Break]
[Melodic Interlude]

[Verse 3]
The stars come out, the fire glows,
But Deev just shivers, plugs his nose.
He's dreaming now of velvet halls,
Not bears and beetles, bugs and calls.

[Chorus x2]
Oh Deev, you drama king supreme,
Worried 'bout dirt and a crowded dream.
No room in the car, but he won’t drive,
Luxury lost in a tented vibe.

[Outro]
Maybe next trip, he’ll just decline,
Return to lights and scented wine.

[End]