BOYS IN THE BACKWOODS: GETTIN' LIT IN THE THICKET

Yo, listen up cuz this is how we roll. We crash the trails like pros, backpacks packed with the swag. Ain't no frills out here, just raw adventure. We throw down our hammocks, backpack boyz store light up a blaze, and tell yarns 'round the flames. The stars are our ceiling, the rhythm is the trees, and we're just vibin'. It ain't about the stuff,