Ontario
A yacht-side country-pop satire: a trust-funded narrator answers résumé criticism with a family-funded boat and a frank admission.
Creative context: The narrator is a creative voice, not automatically the artist. This song is not presented as verified reporting or a factual allegation about any particular person or employer.
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Well the trust hit my account, yeah, just wired in today,
All the ones who talk about it ain’t got much they care to say.
They pick apart my résumé, say I never paid my due,
Now I’m dockside at the harbor sayin’, “World was made for two.”
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Seventy feet of white hull, thirty knots of gentle sway,
Floated past the subtle side-eyes, biding time to sail away.
Name on the stern in gold leaf, that’s the family kind of claim,
Turns out when you’re born aboard, the current feels the same.
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Bring a drink and your softest nerve,
Cream-cola coastline, watch it curve.
If you’re born with built-in surf,
You don’t pretend you had to swerve.
Now the wire cleared and the whole crowd talks,
I’m in my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
Still got boat shoes on when I make that walk,
In my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
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No more quiet disclaimers, no more dancing ’round the line,
No more playin’ humble hero, skip the climb and call it mine.
This ride showed up ready, knew exactly what to do,
Signed one page in linen ink — guess that’s my big debut.
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Bring a drink and your softest nerve,
Cream-cola coastline, watch it curve.
If you’re born with built-in surf,
You don’t pretend you had to swerve.
Now the wire cleared and the whole crowd talks,
I’m in my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
Still got boat shoes on when I make that walk,
In my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
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I ain’t claimin’ I’m a captain, I just grew up near the wheel,
But it’s lighter on the conscience when you say the quiet real.
Might buy a round up at the club, let the sideways glances spin,
Some jokes cut sweeter when you’re in on where they’ve been.
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Bring a drink and your softest nerve,
Cream-cola coastline, watch it curve.
If you’re born with built-in surf,
You don’t pretend you had to swerve.
Now the wire cleared and the whole crowd talks,
I’m in my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
Still got boat shoes on when I make that walk,
In my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
Bring a drink and your softest nerve,
Cream-cola coastline, watch it curve.
If you’re born with built-in surf,
You don’t pretend you had to swerve.
Now the wire cleared and the whole crowd talks,
I’m in my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
Dock fees paid and the line stays firm—
I’m in my Nepo Kid Yacht Rock Era.
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