Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [low vocal register] We’re not for everyone Yeah But we’re for us [Verse 1] Got a rusted-out truck and a high-mile heart Little chipped paint but it still gon’ start You sip cheap wine from a coffee cup Boots on the dash, feet kicked up We laugh too loud in the quiet parts Turn small-town gossip into folk art They say we won’t fit in their little scenes We just spin off, chase our wild routines [Chorus] Our love is like corks in a bucket full of dreams Try to push us under, we pop back through the seams We don’t sink, we don’t blend, we don’t need their schemes Our love is like corks in a bucket full of dreams We’re not for everyone, that’s how it’s meant to be [Verse 2] You the kind to pray with your knuckles bruised Cuss a little bit when the bills come due I was born with a chip on my shoulder blade Turned every bad hand to a backyard parade We don’t match right, but we match real tight You my wrong-time, right-place Friday night They roll their eyes at the way we talk But they can’t shake the way we walk [Chorus] [Bridge] [spoken, low] Let ’em stare Let ’em say whatever makes ’em feel safe [rap] We the odd ones out in the photograph Black sheep grin when the camera flash You hold me down when the floorboards crack I hold you close when the world turns its back Different, yeah, but we built this team On busted knuckles and secondhand jeans If they don’t get it, that’s fine by me You ain’t their type, you my type, see [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Moody country-rap with male vocals, low register and a gravelly drawl. Verses ride a slow, trunk-rattling bass and sparse trap hats over a dark, twangy guitar loop; kick stays heavy and simple. Chorus opens up with layered baritone harmonies and wide reverb on the guitars, sub-bass blooming on the downbeat. Occasional half-time switch in the bridge, with ad-libs tucked back in the mix to keep the vocal front and center., male vocals, deep, country
Duration
3:11
Instrumental
No
Created
1/5/2026