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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
Mud on the license plate
Derby just ended
Whole town buzzin' late
Cousin got a black eye
Said he “slipped in the stands”
We know that’s a woman thing
He still holdin’ her hand
[Chorus]
Indiana summer nights
Busch light cold in the styrofoam white
Windows down, smoke rollin’ in the sky
Country songs loud, we’re yellin’ every line
Booze cruisin’ them gravel roads
Chasin’ them girls, chasin’ that glow
If it all goes wrong, still feels so right
Indiana summer nights
[Verse 2]
Tailgate throne
Cooler like a gold mine
Fishing poles rattlin’
In the back, crossed lines
Buddy tryin’ slick talk
To the same girl I like
I’m laughin’, he’s flashin’
We might scrap by midnight
[Pre-Chorus]
Gas gauge low
But the vibe too high
We pass that jar
Let the world slide by
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Headlights cut through cornfield fog
We pass that can, we pass that log
You mad ‘bout her, I’m mad ‘bout him
But we brothers first, that’s thick as sin
[beat drops, just bass and snaps]
So we crack one more, let the anger drift
Country on the dial, let the chorus hit
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 7, 2026
Duration2:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Country trap beat with twangy banjo loop and thick 808 low end, male vocals. Verses stay tight and percussive with a half-time bounce; hook explodes with gang vocals, claps, and stacked harmonies. Subtle slide guitar swells in the background, kick and bass locked in for head-nod drive. Bridge strips to bass, snaps, and ad-libs before a final big-hook return., light, country
Credits
Prompt by
Vito324
Vito324ModelAria v5
Prompt
Country rap, Indiana summer nights, drinking Busch light, smoking weed, partying after the hometown derby, fighting over women, listening to country music, booze cruising, fishing.
