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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Phone face down
Keys on the dash
Boss man blowing up
He can kiss my ass
Got that thermos coffee
Old ball cap
Mud on the tires
Dog in the back
[Chorus]
I’m just ridin’ these backroads in the Hocking Hills
Windows down, let the whole world chill
Let the pine trees preach, let the creek stand still
I don’t want nothin’ but this easy feel
Yeah, I’m done with the deadlines, done with the bills
Heart on cruise in the Hocking Hills
[Verse 2]
Gravel start spittin’
When I tap that gas
Mailbox numbers
Rollin’ on past
Cornfield leanin’
Like it’s sayin’ hey
Hawks slow circlin’
Showin’ me the way
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register] Rat race runnin’ in circles
I’m runnin’ these curves instead
Sky so wide and purple
Got peace ridin’ shotgun instead
[spoken ad-lib] Yeah… this my kind of paycheck
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 13, 2026
Duration2:10
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Modern country-rap crossover with twangy acoustic guitar, warm electric riffs, and a deep, steady groove. Verses ride on tight 808-style low-end and crisp trap hats; hook explodes with big singalong gang vocals and layered harmonies. Subtle dobro and organ pads in the background, with a middle-eight breakdown where drums drop for a more intimate vocal before slamming back in. Male vocals with a laid-back, confident delivery., country
Credits
Prompt byMightyOak
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A country rap song about detaching from the everyday rat race to enjoy a peaceful day driving the backroads of the hocking hills.
