Verse 1

Midnight run down to the Zancudo shore

Got a bucket of bait and the pedal to the floor

Blue-tinted water, the engine's purring low

Got the rod in the trunk and a place to go

Pre-Chorus

Sirens in the distance, but I don't look back

Just chasing that chill on a quiet track

Sun coming up over Vinewood hills

Forget about the money and the daily bills

Chorus

Fishing in the city of sin, yeah we casting out deep

While the rest of the server's fast asleep

Hooked on the line, let the tension grow

Living that GTA life real slow

Oh-oh-oh, out on the pier

Got the best damn catch of the year