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Lyrics
[Verse]
Mud-soaked boots, dust on my brim,
Steel strings cry while the bass go grim.
Rattles in the bed, shotgun shells,
Backwoods anthem, raising hell.
Spit chaw juice, make the gravel hiss,
Life’s a gamble, bet it all on this.
[Chorus]
Dirt road demons, running wild,
Raised in the holler, born buckwild.
Rattling trunks, tearing through the night,
Lifted Chevy's roar, full moonlight.
[Verse 2]
Corn liquor breath, moonshine grin,
Hustling harder than a preacher’s sin.
Chained to the swamp, roots in the clay,
Every scar I earned, I wear like a say.
Old pine creak, where the snakes lie low,
Outlaw spirit, can’t be tamed or sold.
[Bridge]
Grit in the air, can’t wash it clean,
Southern gospel mixed with machine.
Every heartbeat kicks like a drum,
Banjo wails where the devil’s from.
[Chorus]
Dirt road demons, running wild,
Raised in the holler, born buckwild.
Rattling trunks, tearing through the night,
Lifted Chevy's roar, full moonlight.
[Outro]
Tires spit gravel, stars align,
Hounds bark loud, whiskey shine.
If you see me coming, better step aside,
Dirt road demons, we ride, we ride.
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2025
Duration2:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
rugged texture, steel guitar, beats, banjo, heavy 808s, gritty southern-trap fusion, rap
Credits
Prompt by
x1xGenz
x1xGenzModelAria v4
Prompt
A gritty fusion of southern twang and hard-hitting trap beats. The song opens with banjo plucks and steel guitar sliding over 808s that rattle like a lifted Chevy truck’s subwoofers.
