TIE YOUR HAIR BACK GIRL LETS GET TO FUCKIN
[Female]
AWWW HELL NAWW
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[Intro – melodic screamo]
This ain't the life that you knew from the screen
This is scars and steel, mud and gasoline
Rev the chains, let the demons ride
We’re burnin’ daylight — fuck the night!
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[Verse 1 – country rapper]
Yeah, I came from the sticks, but I spit like a city boy
Holler in my chest, bitch, I ain’t no pretty toy
Camo dreams and battle scars, I wear 'em like a badge
Still got that .45 tucked behind the dash
Ain’t Hollywood, but I got that drawl
And I’ll swing on a motherfucker talkin’ too tall
I rose from the dirt, raised hell in the flame
Never sold my soul, never played that game
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[Pre-Chorus – screamo (clean vocals)]
We ride on shadows, fueled by rage
No cage can hold this southern flame
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[Chorus – screamo (screamed and sung)]
Backroads and breakdowns, whiskey and pain
Rollin’ through the thunder with blood in our veins
Hearts made of metal, lungs full of smoke
We scream with the silence, and laugh while we choke
Fuck yeah!
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[Verse 2 – country rapper]
Fuck your filters, your brand, and your trends
I’m the redneck prophet with no need to pretend
Got metal in my strings and a middle finger up
To every fake-ass rapper with a plastic cup
I spit truth like buckshot, raw and real
Don’t need your approval, don’t care how you feel
I’ve been broke, been high, been flat on my back
But I never lost faith, never slipped off track
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[Breakdown – screamo (screamed)]
This is the sound of a war-born breed
Country heart with a hardcore need
We don’t bend, we snap like twigs
With a fuck-you grin and a bottle of whiskey!
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[Bridge – rapper + screamo (clean/screamed duet)]
(rapper):
Can’t kill the roots, even if you try
Got dirt in my soul and fire in my eye
(AAAAAAAAAAAAA):
Scream it loud from the goddamn pines
We were born to burn and cross all lines!
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[Final Chorus –screamo & rapper]
Backroads and breakdowns, whiskey and pain
Rollin’ through the thunder with blood in our veins
[Guitar slide]
Still got the mud on my name, scars on my chest
Ain’t scared of the devil or the motherfuckin’ press
Hearts made of metal, lungs full of smoke
(Both):
We scream with the silence, and laugh while we choke!
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[Outro – rapper]
So pour one out for the fucked-up kind
We don’t die — we multiply and grind
Country as hell with the stage on fire
And a scream in the dark like a goddamn choir
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