Highway 12 Bound

[Intro]
Highway 12 bound
Out past the glow of town
Sherman Island in my sights
Silverado rolling, dark as the night
[Verse 1]
Dust on the dash
Cooler in the back, ice sweatin’
Fog in the beams
River on the right side, threatenin’
Stripers keep jumpin’
Moon got the tide all twisted
Rod tip twitchin’
Heart so numb I barely missed it
Delta wind cuttin’
Whistle through the cracked door frame
Got a past in the rearview
Chasin’ me like it know my name
If the bite get slow
I know where I’m headed next
Back to Isleton water
Where the current can wash this mess
[Chorus]
Highway 12 bound, I don’t slow down
Dark truck hummin’ like a low growl now
Sherman Island where the stripers keep jumpin’
Pain in my chest but the bass keep thumpin’
If the bite go dead, I’m ghost in a cloud
Back to Isleton where the rivers decide how
Chevy Silverado like a shadow on the ground
Highway 12 bound, highway 12 bound
[Verse 2]
Phone on silent
Voices can fade in the static
Old scars showin’
Every time the water get erratic
Bridge lights thin out
Just me and them levee signs
Blacktop confession
Every mile another crossed line
Delta water murky
Kinda like the thoughts I fight
Anchor droppin’ slow
Let it sink all the way outta sight
If the bite still slow
Guess it’s just me and this sky
Stripers or secrets
Something gonna surface tonight
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Let the river choose my road
Let the tide pull what I hold
If I turn back, I might drown
If I stay gone, I’m just not found
[crescendo]
Highway 12 bound
Can’t turn around
Name in the mud
Heart in the sound
[Chorus]

rap, Moody country-rap hybrid with male vocals; swung trap drums over twangy slide guitar and a pulsing sub bass. Verses sit in a dark, storytelling pocket with tight hi-hats and low banjo plucks; hook opens up with stacked gang vocals, distorted 808 drops, and big stomp-clap energy. Sparse pads in the bridge for tension, then everything slams back in for the final chorus., country, slow