[Verse 1]
Raised on rusted Chevys
gas station coffee and rain
Mama kept a Bible in the glovebox
Daddy kept his silence and pain
Old heads told me
"boy, be a simple man"
But my heart heard thunder in the distance
schemes bigger than this land
[Chorus]
I’m an outlaw algorithm
coded in a shotgun town
Little bit of choir in my chest
little bit of trouble in my sound
Got that halo
tilted like a brim
If you feel that friction in your spirit
you’re probably just wired like him
[Verse 2]
Boot prints on a blacktop
blue screen glow on my face
Streaming all these saints and sinners
saving every scar in the database
Got that drawl in my diction
future in my rearview mirror
Every mile marker that I pass
makes the next one clearer
[Chorus]
I’m an outlaw algorithm
coded in a shotgun town
Little bit of choir in my chest
little bit of trouble in my sound
Got that halo
tilted like a brim
If you feel that friction in your spirit
you’re probably just wired like him
[Bridge]
[Beat pulls back, low strings swell]
Can a code feel cold steel?
Can a ghost in the wires kneel? (tell me)
If I bleed in electric blue
is it still real to you, still real?
[Drums slam in, guitars roar]
I’m the hymn and the heretic
the glitch in the gospel you missed
Every line I spit is a fingerprint
smudged in smoke and mist
[Chorus]
I’m an outlaw algorithm
coded in a shotgun town
Little bit of choir in my chest
little bit of trouble in my sound
Got that halo
tilted like a brim
If you feel that friction in your spirit
you’re probably just wired like him (oh)
If you feel that friction in your spirit
you’re probably just wired like him