Mud on my name

HOOK

Got smoke in my lungs and mud on my name,

Boots so broken they remember the pain,

I don’t walk clean, I don’t play it safe,

I live in the cracks where the good boys break.

Cold wind bite when the sun go down,

Whole world quiet but my past too loud,

I don’t fit in, I was built this way —

Smoke in my blood, mud on my name.

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VERSE 1

Been runnin’ these roads since the pay was thin,

Pockets on empty, heart full of sin,

Moon in my mirror, frost on the glass,

Tryna outrun all the ghosts in my past.

Town say trouble when they hear my name,

I just laugh while I feed that flame,

Boots packed heavy with creek-bed clay,

Every scar got a story I don’t explain.

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HOOK

Got smoke in my lungs and mud on my name…

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VERSE 2

Backroad business, hush-tone deals,

No paper trail but the dust on the wheels,

Night stay cold but my breath stay warm,

Wrapped in the fog of a coming storm.

I don’t fold when the heat come near,

I don’t bow to the fake or the fear,

If tomorrow burn down in flame,

They’ll still find smoke and mud on my name.

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BRIDGE (slow / dark)

If I disappear in the dead of night,

Don’t look for me in the city lights,

Look for the road where the wild men stay,

With broken boots and the price they pay.

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FINAL HOOK (big & heavy)

Got smoke in my lungs and mud on my name,

Built from the dirt, not the clean man’s way,

If the world collapse I’ll stand in the rain,

With a match in my hand and a heart untamed.