Blood, Mud & Amplifiers

[Verse 1]
Red clay on my boots
Stickered case in the back seat
Mama’s voice on the voicemail
“Call me when you hit that next beat”
Little brother in my old shirt
Screamin’ every word in his room
Granddad framed in a Polaroid
On the dash, ridin’ with me through the fumes
[Chorus]
Blood, mud, and amplifiers
That’s my church, that’s my choir
Got my kin in the front row, hands up higher
We line dance to the verses, hit the hook like a riot (like a riot)
If they ask what I’m livin’ for
It’s kinfolk, kick drums, and slammed doors
Turn it up till the doubts get tired
Blood, mud, and amplifiers
[Verse 2]
Got a six-string scar on my knuckle
From a backyard show gone wild
Daddy grilled out, neighbors yelled
We just laughed it off, too loud, too styled
Cousin inked with the same last name
Tattooed down his forearm, bold
We mix dirt roads with the static
And scream our truths into the cold
[Chorus]
Blood, mud, and amplifiers
That’s my church, that’s my choir
Got my kin in the front row, hands up higher
We line dance to the verses, hit the hook like a riot (oh yeah)
If they ask what I’m livin’ for
It’s kinfolk, kick drums, and slammed doors
Turn it up till the doubts get tired
Blood, mud, and amplifiers
[Bridge]
I don’t pray like a saint, I shout like a sinner
Grace in the grit, that’s a hometown dinner
Pass the mic, pass the plate, pass the fight, pass the pain
Every scar on this sound got our last name (our last name)
[Chorus]
Blood, mud, and amplifiers
That’s my church, that’s my choir
Got my kin in the front row, hands up higher
We line dance to the verses, hit the hook like a riot (like a riot)
If they ask what I’m livin’ for
It’s kinfolk, kick drums, and slammed doors
Turn it up till the doubts get tired
Blood, mud, and amplifiers

rap, Gritty country-trap stomp with crunch guitars and 808-weighted low end, male vocals half-sung half-rapped. Verses ride a swung, head-nod pocket with twangy slide licks; chorus explodes into arena-style gang shouts and stacked harmonies. Bridge strips to vocal, kick, and a dirty riff before a final, louder hook., alternative rock, country, rock