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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Used to punch holes in the drywall
Now I just walk out the room
Used to go ghost when you called me
Now I pick up, say “what’s true?”
Back then I blamed everybody
Now I say “that’s on me”
Same boots, same backroad body
New mind, that’s glow-up clean
Red dirt on my faded denim
Scars on these tatted arms
Still that small-town, raised on venom
Turned it into healthy calm
I was raised “boy don’t you cry”
Now I speak up when it hurts
Got a heart that survived that fire
Turned the ashes into work (yeah)
[Chorus]
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure
Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure
You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better
When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather
Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer
You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure
Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Used to slam doors, start cussin’
Now I just breathe, then talk
Used to chase every lil’ temptation
Now I choose you, then walk
All of this rage in my rib cage
Learned how to turn it to drive
I don’t just say “I’m sorry”
I show up and I arrive (hey)
You get the truth, not stories
You get the eye contact
I keep receipts of my progress
I don’t slide, I act
Yeah, I still got that bite
Steel toe soul, that grit
But I listen when you say “stop”
That’s the hottest I get
[Chorus]
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure
Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure
You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better
When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather
Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer
You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure
Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever
[Bridge]
I’ve been reckless, I’ve been ruthless
I’ve been scared of my own truth, yes
Now I’m learning how to use this
Pain like a map to you
If I shake, you can hold me
If you break, I’ll be your glue
We ain’t perfect, we just holy
Every scar’s a brand-new view (woah)
[Chorus]
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure
Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure
You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better
When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather
Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer
You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer
I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure
Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever
Details
GeneratedMar 14, 2026
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid rap-country metal-trap banger with male vocals, sub-heavy 808s and crunchy guitars. Verses ride swung trap hats over twangy banjo and distorted power chords; vocal switches between tight triplet flows and laid-back country drawl. Chorus turns seductive and spacious with reverb-soaked harmonies, airy pads, and sliding bass. Bridge gets melodic and vulnerable over stripped-back keys and clean guitar, then slams back into the hook with stacked vocals and stuttering drum fills., seductive, country, emotional, metal
Credits
Prompt by
evoman
evomanModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap, country, metal-trap song about emotional maturity with hard hitting 808s with a seductive chorus and a melodic bridge 
