[Intro – eerie, ambient, slow]
(Engine idling, cicadas, distant train horn, faint preacher sample)
You can’t outrun what’s in you…
(whispered ad-libs: ride… don’t stop…)
[Verse 1 – deep raspy male, laid-back, slightly behind beat]
Seat leaned back, hat low, state tag crooked
Cooler in the trunk, ice clink every time I push it
Lil city in the rearview, peelin' off slow from the sto'
Cicadas in the ditch hum, same pitch as the flow
Pecan shells by my feet from my uncle on the farm road
Mud on my heel, red clay in my barcode
Got a Bible on the dash and a pistol in the console
Heart heavy, hands steady, eyes on the zip code
[Chorus – slightly melodic, haunting, stretched words]
Riiidin’ in my box Chevy down in Memphis
(slight echo: Memphis…)
Same old streets, but they feel different
Chrome keep shinin’ while my past keep spinnin’
I ain’t where I’m goin’, but I ain’t where I been yet
Ridin’ in my box Chevy down in Memphis
Seat got tears but my soul still in it
Slow roll, pray the Lord stay in my business
If I make it home tonight…
then I swear I’m winnin’
(low layer: or am I…)
[Verse 2 – same tone, subtle urgency]
Old school preacher on a sample talkin’ ‘bout sin
While my cousin on the corner tryna get it how he live
Got a straw hat hangin’ from the mirror, smell like hay
I was raised between the gravel road and one-way
Gas light on, but the faith on full
Waffle spot open all night, postin’ up, cool
Baby text say she tired of the same small talk
"Boy, pull up or you lyin’" hit the turn, don’t stop
[Bridge – minimal, almost spoken, soft]
Country boy heart, city boy habits
Gravel in my voice, but the pain still satin
Corners of the map all stitched in my jacket
If I say I love you, then you know I gotta back it
[Final Chorus – wide, emotional, haunting]
Ridin’ in my box Chevy down in Memphis
Same old streets… but they feel like a sentence
Chrome still shinin’, but the past don’t end it
I been runnin’ so long, I forget what rest is
Ridin’ in my box Chevy down in Memphis
Seat still torn but my soul still in it
Slow roll… shadows all in my vision
If I make it home tonight…
I might finally feel forgiven…
(echo: forgiven… given…)
[Outro – ambient, beat drops out, fading]
(Engine idling, wind, cicadas, faint whisper: ride…)
Engine still runnin’, I just let it idle…
Same road… just darker now…
Rooster901
