AfroSamurai

Yo, it’s Ranson and Debruin, two brothers from the block, Fishing poles in hand, but they never hit the spot. They cast lines, crack beers, chilling by the tide, But the fish ain't biting, guess they're busy trying to hide. Ranson’s the dreamer, always chasing that sunset, “Yo Debruin, let’s watch it drop!” But he’s like, “Nah, not yet.” Debruin’s in the cooler, lighting up the stash, Saying, “Forget the horizon, let’s spark and relax.” Two best mates, living life their way, BBQ smoke clouding up the bay. Fish don’t bite, but they still stay winning, Ranson and Debruin, the vibe they’re bringing. They got the grill fired up, burgers and steaks, No fish on the menu, but they don’t need the lakes. Debruin’s pouring shots, Ranson’s stacking plates, Their vibe so strong, man, they’re setting the pace. Ranson’s like, “Yo, let’s soak in the glow, The sunset’s the prize, don’t you want to know?” Debruin just laughs, hits the blunt in reply, Saying, “Man, I’d rather see these wings get fried.” Two best mates, living life their way, BBQ smoke clouding up the bay. Fish don’t bite, but they still stay winning, Ranson and Debruin, the vibe they’re bringing. When the stars come out, they’re still posted up, Ranson’s in his zone, Debruin’s got the cup. They don’t need trophies or a fisherman’s tale, Their life’s the story, their crew never fails. Ranson and Debruin, kings of their scene, Barbecue flames and the evergreen green. Fish don’t bite, but they’re hooked on the vibe, Sunsets or not, man, they’re living the life.