Whiskey And Warpaint

(Verse 1 — Seether/Toby Keith hybrid, gritty country-rock)

I’ve been rollin’ down these dirt roads,

Dust and fire in my veins.

Every mile’s a memory,

Every heartache leaves its stain.

Got a bottle in the console,

And a six-string on my back.

If the world wants me to crumble,

They can try—but I won’t crack.

(Rap Verse — Ludacris-style punchy flow)

Yeah—

Kickin’ dust like a storm, I’m comin’ through the fight,

Every lie that you fed me just ignited my light.

Tailgate burnin’, tires churnin’, ridin’ through the night,

I’m a cowboy with a rhythm, and my lyrics hit tight.

Whiskey in my hand, fire in my chest,

Every hater I’ve faced just put me to the test.

I don’t fold, don’t bow, don’t fall in line,

I spit truth in the chaos, leave the fake behind.

(Pre-Chorus — Seether-style melodic tension)

And the night keeps callin’,

Whispers in the wind.

I won’t be broken,

I refuse to give in.

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(Chorus — Toby Keith-style country-rock anthem)

Raise your glass, light a fire,

Kick the dirt and let it fly.

We’re survivors in the shadows,

Never gonna let this die.

Whiskey and warpaint,

Blood and pride collide.

We’ll ride, we’ll fight,

And we’ll never run or hide.

(Verse 2 — Southern grit + Seether darkness)

I’ve been hunted by my past,

Chased by ghosts I can’t outrun.

Every wrong that tried to break me

Only made me stronger, son.

From the holler to the highway,

I’ll make my name survive.

A rebel with a purpose,

Keepin’ my fire alive.

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(Rap Verse — Ludacris-style fast, witty wordplay)

Check—

I’m a renegade rider, spit flames like a pyre,

Every town I roll through feels my electric wire.

I’m mixin’ grit with rhythm, southern pride with desire,

I’m the storm in the bottle, the fuel in the fire.

They think they got me cornered, think I’ll fall and retire,

But I’m jumpin’ every fence, every limit, every wire.

So pour it, roar it, let the night inspire,

I’m country, I’m rock, I’m the flame that won’t expire.

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(Bridge — Seether-style grit + country storytelling)

Yeah, I’ve been beaten, bruised, and broken,

But I wear it like a crown.

Every scar’s a story spoken,

Every loss is wisdom found.

If the night tries to take me,

I’ll ride into the storm.

Whiskey and warpaint in my veins,

I’ll weather every form.

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(Final Chorus — biggest, high-energy)

Raise your glass, light a fire,

Kick the dirt and let it fly.

We’re survivors in the shadows,

Never gonna let this die.

Whiskey and warpaint,

Blood and pride collide.

We’ll ride, we’ll fight,

And we’ll never run or hide.