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Yeah, I'm from Texas  
Where the sun blazes bright,  
Big belt buckle shining,  
Gold glints in the night.  
Candy paint drips slowly,  
Rolling through my block,  
Smell of gas and breakfast,  
With the rhythm of the clock.  

[Chorus]  
Dancing the jig at the market,  
Feel the vibe, let it flow,  
Moving slow through the crowd,  
Let the good times grow.  
With every scar that I've carried,  
I’ve learned how to stand tall,  
If I stumble and fall,  
I’ll rise up after all.  

[Verse 2]  
Cousin in the yard grinding,  
Dreams stacked high like the sky,  
Chasing fortunes together,  
While the world passes by.  
Talks of visions and futures,  
Under the neon glow,  
Shining bright where it’s broken,  
Still, we keep the hope.  

[Chorus]  
Dancing the jig at the market,  
Feel the vibe, let it flow,  
Moving slow through the crowd,  
Let the good times grow.  
With every scar that I've carried,  
I’ve learned how to stand tall,  
If I stumble and fall,  
I’ll rise up after all.  

[Bridge]  
If I breathe a little slower,  
Every moment’s a treasure,  
In the laughter, in the pain,  
There’s a lesson to measure.  

[Breakdown]  
Step to the beat, feel the sound,  
Let it wash over, spin around,  
In the rhythm, we find grace,  
Every heartbeat, our embrace.  

[Outro]  
Yeah, I'm from Texas,  
Under the stars we’ll twirl,  
With the purple mist in my cup,  
I’m dancing through this world.

rap, Slow, syrupy Houston anthem: chopped-and-screwed bounce with rattling Southern trap drums, sub-heavy bass, trap