Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Boot scuffs Red dust Hands up I’m a walking trust [Verse 1] Bible in the dash Cash in a coffee can Lipstick, brass knucks Tucked in my waistband Moonshine mama With a sherbet sky view Tattoo on my wrist say “Only God judge you” Gas station coffee Two hours of sleep Got a past in the rearview Still ridin’ with me But I’m talkin’ to the clouds Like they kinfolk now Every mile that I drive I’m layin’ burdens down [Chorus] I’m a walking prayer With my boots in the dirt Got a halo made of All this hurt Got a wild heart Under county fair lights glare Outlaw baby I’m a walking prayer I’m a walking prayer [Verse 2] Mama said “baby You fight how you kneel” So I’m rapping like confession Over cold steel wheels Got that black hat Tilted on my long brown hair If grace got a face She gon’ look like her, yeah I got warrants in my thoughts But my record feel clean Every scar on my body Like a backroad scene Talk sweet to the Lord Talk rough to a man If you step to my peace You gon’ talk to His hand [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Hands up high Palms full of sin Open that sky Let the mercy pour in [whispered vocals] “amen, amen” Thunder in my chest While the wheels spin [Chorus]
Tags
rap, Country-trap crossover with hard 808 bass, sparse twangy Telecaster licks, and dusty hi-hats. Verses ride a confident, halftime pocket with tight female vocals, ad-libs tucked behind the lead. Chorus opens wider with stacked harmonies, organ pads, and a stomping kick that doubles the energy. Let the vocal sit gritty and upfront, slight slapback on the hook for a tough, outlaw feel., female vocals, country
Duration
2:32
Instrumental
No
Created
1/3/2026