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Gone Fishin'
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Gone Fishin' was released on July 30, 2026 by Blake Banks as a part of the album Gone Fishin' - Single
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Release DateJuly 30, 2026
LabelBlake Banks
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake Banks
Blake Banks
Performer
Blake Naftzger
Blake Naftzger
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Naftzger
Blake Naftzger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Lott
Peter Lott
Recording Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Throw a line, I’m gone fishin’
Titties out and they nippin’
It’s the wood grain grippin’
California kid, 40 ounce double fistin’
Throw ya hands in the air
Raise ya glasses high
It’s a stick up, mufucka
Better reach for the sky
Get ’em high
Get ’em high
High tea twistin’
Nitroglycerin
Nitrous oxide
Sweatin’ out the peptides
Richie Simmions, baby, do the Jane Fonda
I hit the curb off the kitty on the Honda
Santorini all the way to Tijuana
Just wanna see if you got titties like ya mama
Just wanna see if you got money like ya daddy
What’s he gunna do when he sees I crash the Caddy?
Shaking all that ass, baby, go throw it at me
I put the pedal to the metal, got the nitrous in the backseat
(Whooooooo)
Throw a line, I’m gone fishin’
Titties out and they nippin’
It’s the wood grain grippin’
California kid, 40 ounce double fistin’
Throw ya hands in the air
Raise ya glasses high
It’s a stick up, mufucka
Better reach for the sky
Get ’em high
Get ’em high
It’s the man, the myth, the mullet
Shinin’ like a silver bullet
Drive it like I stole it
Live my life to the fullest
I ain’t tryna hear that bullshit
I’m the hottest and the coldest
Put this in your pipe
Shut the fuck up and smoke it
I’m the highest in the room right now
My speakers knock ya crucifix and hang it upside down
Tony Lama boots and a rhinestone crown
I’m doin’ ketty in the Cuzzi, how that I don’t drown
Baby, tell me what you cookin’ in the kitchen
Shake it for me like a video vixen
Hit the whip it in the whip while you whippin’
The night was young, the moon was full, my tank was hissin’
Throw a line, I’m gone fishin’
Titties out and they nippin’
It’s the wood grain grippin’
California kid, 40 ounce double fistin’
Throw ya hands in the air
Raise ya glasses high
It’s a stick up, mufucka
Better reach for the sky
Get ’em high
Get ’em high
Written by: Blake Naftzger
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