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Lyrics
[Verse]
Truck’s got mud, tailgate rattlin’ heavy,
Hittin’ the backroads, engines stayin' steady.
Arkansas skies breed dark kind of trouble,
Radar on my dash, heartbeat on the double.
[Chorus]
We chase that storm, dance with the thunder,
Tornado twist, we pull people from under.
Clouds rollin’ thick, skies split asunder,
Arkansas grit, storm chasin’s our hunger.
[Verse 2]
Got boots on gravel, camera in hand,
Nature’s roar ringin’ through this Ozark land.
Wind got teeth sharper than a rattler’s bite,
We light up the dark like a dynamite fight.
[Bridge]
Spin the wheel, feel the funnel growl,
Rollin’ straight to the monster’s prowl.
Folks runnin’ South, but we head Northbound,
Adrenaline our rhythm, that’s the storm chaser sound.
[Chorus]
We chase that storm, dance with the thunder,
Tornado twist, we pull people from under.
Clouds rollin’ thick, skies split asunder,
Arkansas grit, storm chasin’s our hunger.
[Verse 3]
Mama said stay home, but the wrath calls my name,
Slingin' myself at nature’s wild game.
Each lightning strike, a flash of desire,
Chasin’ a sky painted in chaos fire.
Details
GeneratedMay 5, 2025
Duration2:58
LanguageTL
Style
twangy guitar, rhythmic, country, harmonica accents, rap, male vocals, country-rap
Credits
Prompt bytheredneck420
ModelAria v4
Prompt
A country-rap song for a storm chasers form Arkansas
