Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Deep in the pines Bug bites, bonfire eyes Copper pot sweats Like it knows my lies Barrels of mash Bubblin under that tarp Got the creek talkin secrets Dark on dark Pick-up parked With the plates half bent Whole back seat Smellin like corn and intent Granddad’s book Folded in my back jeans seam I’m just chasin his ghost Through the steam [Chorus] We been moonshinin, backroad ridin Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars (hey!) [Verse 2] Blue lights blink In the rearview, far Heart beat same speed As this rusted car Hit that cut Where the kudzu climbs I know every crooked root Every ditch, every sign Sheriff got a list With my last name underlined But he don’t know the trail Where the pines all bind If he sniff that trunk It’s a long long night So I kill those lamps Let the crickets hide my life [Chorus] We been moonshinin, backroad ridin Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars (woah) [Bridge] Hand-me-down recipe Folded, stained Outrun the law Outlive the pain If they catch my wheels They won’t catch my heart I’ll be back by the creek Where the bubbles start (yeah) [Chorus] We been moonshinin, backroad ridin Barrels of mash where the coyotes cryin Pitchin that yeast in the hush of the dark Fake Walmart jars by the shopping cart Label say "jam" but it ain’t that sweet Got fire in a glass, lil’ hell in the seat Yeah, we bootleggin shine under shotgun stars Country boy hustle in them Walmart jars
Tags
rap, Gritty country-rap crossover with male vocals; twangy slide guitar over a head-nodding trap bounce, fat sub and rimshot snares. Verses stay tight and percussive, half-spoken flows with double-time pockets; chorus opens wide with big harmonies and a shout-along hook. Banjo and muted fiddle lines sneak between bars, bridge strips to vocal and kick before a final full-band stomp., fake, country, deep
Duration
2:45
Instrumental
No
Created
1/28/2026