Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boot prints in the red clay Dust ghosts in the high beams Tattoo on my heart say “Don’t you die with small dreams” Mama said “boy, breathe” Daddy said “work, bleed” Small town on my back like a bad habit I’m the one they said would never have it [Chorus] I’m fired up Like a match in a gas can sky Got that backroad battle cry Singing “oh, oh, oh, I’m alive” (yeah) From the field to the front row lights Turn the hurt into overtime If you’re broke, if you’re bruised, still rise We get fired up Fired up tonight [Verse 2] Same truck, new mindset Tank low, but the faith high Heartbreak in the rearview Flying past the old why Talk cheap at the bonfire I’m done with the slow burn If the gate don’t open when I ride toward it I’ll kick it off the hinge, I was built for it [Chorus] I’m fired up Like a match in a gas can sky Got that backroad battle cry Singing “oh, oh, oh, I’m alive” (woah) From the field to the front row lights Turn the hurt into overtime If you’re broke, if you’re bruised, still rise We get fired up Fired up tonight [Bridge] Hands up if they counted you out (hands up) Head down, but you’re standing here now Every scar is a line in your vow You’re the storm they can’t calm down [Chorus] I’m fired up Like a match in a gas can sky Got that backroad battle cry Singing “oh, oh, oh, I’m alive” (I’m alive) From the field to the front row lights Turn the hurt into overtime If you’re lost, if you’re low, still rise We get fired up Fired up tonight
Tags
rap, Moody country-trap rocker with gritty male vocals. Fingerpicked acoustic and banjo riffs in the verses over subby 808s and sparse claps, then choruses explode into wide guitars, crowd-chant gang vocals, and a stomping arena groove. Melodic rap cadences in the verses; big, anthemic, shout-along hook. Touch of slapback on the lead, roomy drums, and a soaring, singable topline., country, acoustic, male vocals, moody, electric, rock, alternative country, pop, country rock, pop rock
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
1/28/2026