Verse 1)
Sunset bleedin’ on the red clay road,
Tailgate down with a wild-ass glow.
We got dust in the air and a fire in our chest,
Bass so heavy it’s rattlin’ my vest.
Yeah, your boots on the dash, hair blowin’ in the wind,
Trouble in your eyes like you’re ready to sin.
Got a cooler full of heat and a night full of plans,
Country heart beatin’ like an EDM trance.
(Pre-Chorus)
You say you wanna feel that spark ignite,
Baby hang on tight, this beat bites tonight.
(Chorus)
We’re turnin’ this farm into a rave tonight,
Hands up high, neon lights in the moonshine.
Country soul with a goddamn glow,
Boots stompin’ to the rhythm like a rodeo.
Yeah, we’re loud, we’re tough, we don’t give a damn,
EDM and country, that’s just who I am.
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(Verse 2)
Four-wheel burnin’ through the tall grass rows,
DJ bumpin’ remixes of old banjo.
You took a sip of whiskey, smirked at me slow,
Said, “Let’s get crazy, baby, let it all go.”
The night’s young, the vibe’s strong, we ain’t holdin’ back,
Lights flashin’ on your denim and your cowboy hat.
Got my hands on your hips when the beat drops in,
Two-step spinnin’ with a little bit of sin.
(Pre-Chorus)
You feel that thunder under your feet?
That’s the stomp of a small town ready to freak.
(Chorus)
We’re turnin’ this farm into a rave tonight,
Hands up high, neon lights in the moonshine.
Country soul with a goddamn glow,
Boots stompin’ to the rhythm like a rodeo.
Yeah, we’re wild, we’re free, we don’t give a damn,
Mixin’ dirt-road roots with a festival jam.
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(Bridge)
Kick the dust up—
Boot-stomp, line-up, let the bass erupt.
Fireflies flicker in the smoke and the sparks,
We’re makin’ memories in the backwood dark.
Your laugh hits harder than the subwoofer pound,
Your lips taste sweet but your vibe’s outlaw-bound.
Turn it up higher, let the whole farm shake,
Baby, we ain’t leavin’ till the sunrise breaks.
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(Breakdown / EDM Drop)
Hands in the sky, hearts on the beat,
Country kids vibin’ like Miami Beach.
Moon on the tractor, glow on your face,
Damn, this country rave is our favorite place.
Kick it—kick it—
Boots hit the dirt when the bassline split it.
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(Final Chorus)
We’re turnin’ this farm into a rave tonight,
Hands up high, neon lights in the moonshine.
Country soul with a goddamn glow,
Boots stompin’ to the rhythm like a rodeo.
Yeah, we’re wild, we’re rough, we don’t give a damn,
Country meets EDM and that’s just who I am.
stunna
