[Intro] Boots on the pier Sun in my beard From the shrimp boat docks To the rain-soaked blocks [Verse 1] Gulf breeze in my lungs Salt still on my tongue Clock in, clock out I still run the whole route From the oil-stained tee To the tailored coat They keep handing me Every ribbon, every vote They said “son, chill out” I just laughed, “can’t do” ‘Cause every backroom deal Got my name in the view From the bayou mud To that coffee steam I turned every lil’ gig To a long-term dream (yeah) [Chorus] Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it New town, new crown, I’m the obvious pick From Gulf Coast cowboy to Seattle king I don’t chase thrones, they just hand me the thing Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it Big chair, big check, yeah it all just fits From salt in my boots to that Northwest rain Put me in the room, they remember my name (oh yeah) [Verse 2] She got that boardroom stare And them high-heel plans I walk in late Now I’m signing off on the land She slide close, say “Where you been all my life?” I’m just tryna read charts She tryna be my wife Different city, same script Different skyline, same lips They wanna ride shotgun While I’m steering the ship From flannel and fleece To the sandbar swing I’m the talk of the town Before I unpack a thing (hey) [Chorus] Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it New town, new crown, I’m the obvious pick From Gulf Coast cowboy to Seattle king I don’t chase thrones, they just hand me the thing Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it Big chair, big check, yeah it all just fits From salt in my boots to that Northwest rain Put me in the room, they remember my name [Bridge] Gulf moon, space needle Same story, new people They ask “how you always win?” I say “show up, dive in” One more coast, one more ring Tip my hat, kiss the ring From the dockside bar To the high-rise swing (woah) [Chorus] Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it New town, new crown, I’m the obvious pick From Gulf Coast cowboy to Seattle king I don’t chase thrones, they just hand me the thing Everywhere I go, I’m on top of it Big chair, big check, yeah it all just fits From salt in my boots to that Northwest rain Put me in the room, they remember my name (my name)

rap, Rap-country hybrid with swagger, male vocals. Chest-thumping low-end and crisp trap drums frame twangy guitars and a raw, reedy harmonica hook. Verses ride a confident pocket, half-spoken, half-sung; chorus lifts with stacked gang vocals and call-and-response ad-libs. Energy builds from cruising vibe to full-on victory lap by the final hook, with a brief harmonica break before the last chorus., country, deep

Gulf Coast Cowboy, Seattle King