[Verse 1] I got grass stains On my knockoff jeans Cheap cologne And a Ford key ring Old ball cap With the logo torn Same two lanes I was practically born Mixtape stuck On my favorite jam You on the hood With a cherry Coke can Singing off-key But you owned that song I still hear it Every time that sun gets strong [Chorus] ‘Cause it’s you and me, 1999 Windows down, screaming every line Heartbreak hadn’t learned my name yet We were too young to feel regrets Yeah, the world felt small, but it felt just right Summer on repeat in the dashboard light If I could I’d rewind that time You and me, you and me, 1999 [Verse 2] I was half dirt road Half magazine dreams Small-town drawl With some big city schemes Freestyling dumb On your trampoline You laughed so hard You could barely breathe You said, “Boy, you’ll go Where the maps run out Just don’t forget What you’re all about” Now my name’s lit up In a bar downtown But it don’t hit the same When you’re not around [Chorus] ‘Cause it’s you and me, 1999 Windows down, screaming every line Heartbreak hadn’t learned my name yet We were too young to feel regrets Yeah, the world felt small, but it felt just right Summer on repeat in the dashboard light If I could I’d rewind that time You and me, you and me, 1999 [Bridge] Yeah, I rap on stages Sing my pain But I’m still that kid In the August rain With a burnt CD And a cracked-up phone Trying to call you back On my walk home (yeah) Every sold-out night Every crowd that roars I’m chasing that feeling On your daddy’s porch When the whole wide world Was your brown eyes And a plastic cup Full of fireflies (woah) [Chorus] ‘Cause it’s you and me, 1999 Windows down, screaming every line Heartbreak hadn’t learned my name yet We were too young to feel regrets Yeah, the world felt small, but it felt just right Summer on repeat in the dashboard light If I could I’d rewind that time You and me, you and me, 1999 (hey!) [Outro] Just you and me, 1999 Backroads playing back in my mind If growing up means leaving that behind Then I’m forever stuck In 1999

rap, Late-90s alt-country meets melodic country-trap: crunchy electric guitars over warm acoustic strums, subby 808s shadowing a swung live kick. Verses lean rap-sung with tight storytelling; choruses open into anthemic pop-country hooks with big gang vocals and soaring male lead. Bright summer top-end on the guitars, roomy snares, and a singalong final chorus with extra harmonies and ad-libs., rock, pop, pop rock, moody, male vocals, electric, country, country rock, acoustic, alternative country

Backroads in My Walkman