Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Two A.M. on a one-lane line
Dash lit up, but my head offside
Empty seat where your boots should ride
Your flannel folded in the back, still tied
Gas station coffee, bitter and burnt
Scroll your name till my thumbs both hurt
Playlist stuck on the song you hate
Still I let that second verse play late
[Chorus]
I’m just road trippin’, runnin’ from the givin’ in
Heart slippin’ every mile that I’m missin’ you again
White lines flicker like they know what I did
Yeah, the blacktop’s preachin’ all my secrets I hid
Road trippin’, trippin’, through the mess I made
Pray the sunrise gonna wash my shame
If I keep drivin’, maybe I don’t have to choose
But every exit sign looks just like you
[Verse 2]
Half tank left and my jaw still clenched
Old dirt town in my rearview lens
Mama text “boy, say your grace”
I just ghost it, hit the gas, change states
Talk tough on a late-night track
But the bars don’t hold when the beat cuts back
You said “prove it, don’t just rhyme it”
Now it’s me and every lie in the high-beam silence
[Chorus]
I’m just road trippin’, runnin’ from the givin’ in
Heart slippin’ every mile that I’m missin’ you again
White lines flicker like they know what I did
Yeah, the blacktop’s preachin’ all my secrets I hid
Road trippin’, trippin’, through the mess I made
Pray the sunrise gonna wash my shame
If I keep drivin’, maybe I don’t have to choose
But every exit sign looks just like you
[Bridge]
[Beat drops, vocal nearly a whisper]
Talk to the wheel like it’s you in that seat (yeah)
“Turn back now” keeps loopin’ on repeat
But pride in my chest like a loaded gun
Finger on the trigger, pointed at the sun (hey)
If I hit your town, do I park, do I pass?
Do I knock on your door or just stare through the glass?
Every mile marker feelin’ like a dare
Every little green sign sayin’ you’re still there
[Chorus]
I’m just road trippin’, runnin’ from the givin’ in
Heart slippin’ every mile that I’m missin’ you again
White lines flicker like they know what I did
Yeah, the blacktop’s preachin’ all my secrets I hid
Road trippin’, trippin’, through the mess I made
Pray the sunrise gonna wash my shame
If I keep drivin’, maybe I don’t have to choose
But every exit sign looks just like you
Style
rapmoody alt-country trap crossover with male vocals; fingerpicked acoustic and tremolo electric guitar over sparsetuned 808 low-end and tight trap hats. verses half-rapped in an intimateconfessional tone; choruses open into big anthemic country-rock hooks with layered gang vocalsairy padsand a soaring lead guitar answering the melody. slow-build intro into a punchy dropthen a widearms-in-the-air final chorus.moodycountry rockacousticcountrypoppop rockelectricrockmale vocalsalternative country
Prompt
Road trippin’, alternative country, rap, electric, moody, acoustic, 808s, male vocals, country-trap, country, anthemic, country rock, rock, country, country pop, pop rock, pop, melodic
Credits
Prompt by
Jpaul14
Jpaul14GeneratedJan 18, 2026
ModelAria v5
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