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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Old fence line
Leaned like it’s tired of standin'
Rust-red sign
Shot clean through from our plannin'
We had
One dirt bike and that broke four wheeler
Gas in a jug
And a sky gettin' meaner
Followed that rutted-out trail by the creek
Roots like bones tryna catch our feet
Whole damn world felt small on a map
Out here it stretched past the tree line’s back
[Chorus]
I had mud trails in my mind
Where the pine trees turned to giants
We were broke and half-wild
But the fields kept us in silence
Yeah the dark came quick
But we rode right into night
Ain’t no city light could touch
What we found past that fence line
Just kids with nothin'
But mud trails in our minds (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Cole had a tent
Missin' stakes, we used dead branches
Lantern hangin'
Like a ghost on second chances
Stories big
As the smoke that curled above us
Swore there were eyes
In the brush just waitin' to judge us
Headlights off, let the stars do the show
Whispered ‘bout things we were scared to know
Every cracked twig felt like a sign
Every shadow dared us cross that line
[Chorus]
I had mud trails in my mind
Where the pine trees turned to giants
We were broke and half-wild
But the fields kept us in silence
Yeah the dark came quick
But we rode right into night
Ain’t no city light could touch
What we found past that fence line
Just kids with nothin'
But mud trails in our minds (oh)
[Bridge]
Now I’m grown, tall glass towers, crooked deals
But I still smell rain on hot-cut fields
Whenever life feels too tight to breathe
I’m back chasin' dust through the black oak leaves (hey)
[Chorus]
I got mud trails in my mind
Every time this world feels crowded
Hear those engines in the pines
All our foolish dreams so loud and
Yeah the dark comes quick
But I ride right into night
‘Cause there’s a part of me still camped
Where the fire burned out of sight
Just a kid with nothin'
But mud trails in his mind
Details
GeneratedApr 17, 2026
Duration3:37
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Brooding country-trap hybrid, male vocals. Sparse, detuned banjo and low piano in the verses over booming sub and skittering hi-hats; hook explodes with layered gang vocals, stomps, and claps. Dark, swampy reverb on ad-libs, distant slide guitar swells for tension. Beat rides slow and heavy, 70–75 BPM, with drops to near-silence on key lines then big 808 swells into each chorus., country, deep
Credits
Prompt by
GrizzlyJones
GrizzlyJonesModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A deep dark country-trap song about growing up in the country having to use one’s imagination and exploration of the land through trees, paths, dirt bikes and four wheelers, friends camping together
