Son of Timber Pines by GrizzlyJones - Zona

Son of Timber Pines by GrizzlyJones - Zona

Lyrics

[Tempo: 145 BPM | Style: Aggressive Trap-Country / Phonk / Southern Metal Fusion]

[Feel: Distorted, fast-paced, menacing, heavy 808s and overdriven electric guitar]

[Intro]

[Sound of a shotgun racking – Chack-Chack]

[Fast, distorted banjo riff starts, quickly layered with a heavy, distorted bass

Yeah!

You think it’s peaceful out here?

You think it’s quiet?

Listen closer.

LETS GO!

[Verse 1]

I ain't no farmhand, I don't work for the sun

I’m a product of the thicket and a loaded-up gun

I don't wait for the rain, I don't wait for the sprout

I’m the one the local legends used to warn you about!

No corn in the fields, just a path through the brush

Keep your mouth shut tight, yeah, we live for the hush

I was born in the brambles, I was raised in the mud

Where the sap in the trees tastes a little like blood!

I’m a high-speed ghost in a beat-up truck

If you’re looking for the devil, well, you’re in for some luck!

[Chorus]

[Bass Drop – Aggressive, rattling 808s]

SON OF THE TIMBER! GHOST IN THE PINES!

CROSSING THE BORDERS AND BREAKING THE LINES!

I DON'T TILL THE EARTH, I JUST BURN IT TO THE GROUND

LIVING IN THE WOODS WHERE THE BODIES AINT FOUND!

DARK COUNTRY! DARK SOUL!

LOSE YOUR FOOTING IN THE SINKHOLE!

[Verse 2]

[Beat gets faster, triple-time hi-hats]

No fence in the world gonna keep me inside

Got the eyes of a wolf and the scars on my hide

While you’re checking the weather for a harvest moon

I’m out here carving out a different tune!

It’s a dog-eat-dog, it’s a blade-on-bone

I’m the king of the dirt on a limestone throne

I don't trade in the market, I don't trade in the grain

I only trade in the fire and the shadow and pain!

See the smoke on the ridge? See the light in the dark?

That’s a predator waiting for a flickering spark!

[Bridge]

[Music cuts to a fast, aggressive drum break - no melody]

Run.

You better run.

The woods don't have ears, they got teeth!

[Heavy metal guitar riff kicks in for 4 bars]

YEAH! BREAK IT DOWN!

[Chorus]

SON OF THE TIMBER! GHOST IN THE PINES!

CROSSING THE BORDERS AND BREAKING THE LINES!

I DON'T TILL THE EARTH, I JUST BURN IT TO THE GROUND

LIVING IN THE WOODS WHERE THE BODIES AINT FOUND!

DARK COUNTRY! DARK SOUL!

LOSE YOUR FOOTING IN THE SINKHOLE!

[Outro]

[Fast-paced rapping, building tension]

I’m the rot in the root!

I’m the mud on the boot!

I’m the sound in the night when the owls stay mute!

You’re in my world now.

And I don't give tours.

[Sudden silence]

[Distorted voice]

Get out.

Get out

GET OUT!!

[Final heavy 808 thud]