Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Dust on my boots But it’s fresh blood red Bible on the dash Full flask by the bed Sheriff know my name But he say it in a whisper Mama light a candle I just sharpen up the scissor Tires throwin’ rocks like I’m skippin’ old sins Tattoo on my throat say “don’t let ‘em back in” Laughin’ at the law while I pray for my rivals Got a cross on my chain and their names in my rifle [Chorus] I got gravel in my veins Boy Brimstone breath Mud on my plate Yeah I chew that stress If you ride in my lane Better pray for death ‘Cause I don’t hit the brakes I just press that mess Got that outlaw heart That backroad hex Talk big talk Better back those checks Gravel in my veins Can’t clean this wreck I was born off-track I’ma die like that (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Black cap low See the brim Not the eyes Grin like a crack in the church floor wide Ex in my phone Say she hate my guts But she play my name when she crave that rush Cooler in the back That’s a midnight sermon Whole crew tatted like we fresh out burnin’ Jack in my cup Judge in my rearview Hands in the air if the devil ever near you (hey!) [Chorus] I got gravel in my veins Boy Brimstone breath Mud on my plate Yeah I chew that stress If you ride in my lane Better pray for death ‘Cause I don’t hit the brakes I just press that mess Got that outlaw heart That backroad hex Talk big talk Better back those checks Gravel in my veins Can’t clean this wreck I was born off-track I’ma die like that [Bridge] One for the smoke Two for the sin Three for the day They drag me in [Chorus] I got gravel in my veins Boy Brimstone breath Mud on my plate Yeah I chew that stress If you ride in my lane Better pray for death ‘Cause I don’t hit the brakes I just press that mess Got that outlaw heart That backroad hex Talk big talk Better back those checks Gravel in my veins Can’t clean this wreck Yeah I was born off-track I’ma die like that (die like that)
Tags
folk, Dark outlaw country x hick-hop hybrid at 95 BPM, male vocals. Palm-muted acoustic run through gritty distortion, chugging train-groove drums locked to a huge 808-style low end. Verses ride a tight, syncopated flow with spoken-sung attitude; choruses open wider with stacked gang vocals and drawn-out gravelly top line. Subtle banjo and baritone guitar doubles in the hook, with roomy claps and stomps on turnarounds for a barn-turned-bunker vibe., acoustic, outlaw country, deep
Duration
2:52
Instrumental
No
Created
3/31/2026