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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
City smog sittin’ heavy, steel jungle where I roam,
Concrete rivers, broken bottles, call 'em my stepping stones.
Gold chain heavy, but my heart feels hollow,
Paved streets lead me nowhere, no dirt roads to follow.
Boots on my wishlist, spurs in my soul,
Shotgun in the barn, not a Glock to reload.
City sirens scream, but I’m hummin’ a fiddle,
Trapped in a trap house, dreamin’ of the middle.
[Chorus]
I wanna trade my nine for a fishing line,
Trade the streetlight glare for the stars that shine.
Outlaws in the night, but they ain't my kin,
Wish I was a country boy, let the healing begin.
[Verse 2]
Graffiti on the walls, but I see fields of hay,
Dreams painted green where the cattle graze.
Mama cooked collards, but we ate on crates,
Now I’m wishin’ for a porch swing, slowin’ my pace.
Horses in the stable, not horsepower in my ride,
Wanna feel the southern breeze, not the city’s pride.
Harmonica in my pocket, playin’ tunes for the moon,
City shadows loom, but I’m a country boy soon.
[Bridge]
Bullet shells on the pavement, echoes in my head,
But I’d trade it for a rooster and a sunrise instead.
Cornfields whisper secrets, freedom in the corn,
In this gangster heart, a cowboy’s been born.
Details
GeneratedNov 22, 2025
Duration2:23
LanguageEnglish
Style
boom-bap with twangy acoustic guitar loops and sparse harmonica accents, country, gritty, rap, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt byTwin_Flow
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Make a rap song about a gangster who wishes he was a country boy
