[Intro – Car Engine + Rain]
[Windshield wipers moving slow]
Night drivin’ through Louisiana…
you better carry somethin’.
[Organ creeps in]
Bible verse…
lucky charm…
prayer from your mama…
or somethin’ stronger.
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[Verse 1]
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Gris-gris on the dash while I ride through the rain,
Black water outside and thunder in my brain.
Gold teeth flash when the lightning strike,
Bayou outside look alive tonight.
Daddy said, “Boy, keep your spirit clean,”
But the South raised me somewhere in between.
Church on Sunday, smoke on Friday,
Still hear ghosts when the cypress sway.
Candles burn low in the corner store,
Old women know things you can’t ignore.
Not magic tricks—just survival game,
When death move close, folks pray different ways.
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[Hook – Choir + Heavy Bass]
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Gris-gris on the dash tonight,
Tryna keep my soul upright.
Black roads, blue lights, storm outside,
Prayin’ heaven let me survive.
Bayou shadows move slow…
Everybody got somethin’ they hold.
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[Verse 2]
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Cruisin’ past graveyards drenched in fog,
Funeral brass drift through the dark.
Neon signs flicker on Bourbon nights,
Sin and salvation under one light.
I seen hustlers quote scripture drunk,
Seen choir girls dance with dangerous love.
Louisiana blur sacred lines,
Make holiness and heartbreak intertwine.
Mama kept sage by the family frame,
Cross on the wall beside old pain.
We wasn’t evil, just tryna cope,
Folks build rituals whenever hope low.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Down here…
faith ain’t always polished.
Sometimes it smell like whiskey…
swamp water…
and desperation.
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Lord keep watch while the levee shake…
Darkness outside tryin’ to pull me away.
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[Verse 3]
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So I ride with the past on my backseat,
Ancestors whisper through the backbeat.
Every muddy road got history trapped,
Every blues note carry sorrow back.
Still I move through the smoke with grace,
Tryna keep light in a haunted place.
And if the swamp ever call my soul—
I pray God don’t let me go.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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Gris-gris on the dash tonight,
Bayou moon and flashing lights.
Storms come hard but I still roll,
Tryna keep heaven in my soul.
Black water…
Southern sky…
Louisiana never leave my mind.
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[Outro – Tires on Wet Road]
Keep drivin’…
the night just gettin’ started.
