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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came up muddy, but I came up saved
Bible on the dash where the old truck stayed
He been jawin' loud, talkin' big all week
I seen that devil fold when the preacher got heat
He want my peace, want my name in dust
Want my knees on the floor, want my heart in rust
But I got a psalm in my pocket, a grin on my face
And a cross on my chest like a gold-stitched case
[Pre-Chorus]
He can bark, he can bite
He can circle all night
But the Word got weight
And it don't lose fights
I clap once, I say, "Go on"
You ain't big, you just wrong
[Chorus]
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
This house ain't yours
This praise ain't shaking
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
I been washed clean
And I ain't taken (I ain't taken)
[Verse 2]
He tried sweet talk with a crooked smile
Promised easy roads and a long black mile
Told me, "Take that deal, it'll help you win"
But I seen that hook in the shape of sin
I said, "Boy, you loud, but you ain't got keys"
My God split seas, He can handle me
Every scar on my hands says I made it through
And every hard-hit day got me closer to You
[Pre-Chorus]
He can bark, he can bite
He can circle all night
But the Word got weight
And it don't lose fights
I clap once, I say, "Go on"
You ain't big, you just wrong
[Chorus]
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
This house ain't yours
This praise ain't shaking
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
I been washed clean
And I ain't taken (I ain't taken)
[Bridge]
Now the choir swells
And the floor shakes too
Devil in the corner
Lookin' shook, not smooth
I lift my hands
Let the whole room know
You can't stay here
When the Spirit says go
[Final Chorus]
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
This house ain't yours
This praise ain't shaking
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
I been washed clean
And I ain't taken (I ain't taken)
Get your boots on, Satan
Get gone, Satan
Ain't no room left
For that old temptation
Details
GeneratedAug 5, 2026
Duration2:52
LanguageEnglish
Style
Country rap gospel with stomping four-on-the-floor handclaps, dusty banjo licks over a boom-bap kick, and a swaying half-time chorus; verses ride tight rhymes with spoke-sung cadence, pre-chorus lifts into stacked choir pads, chorus hits with gang shouts and short sermon lines. Male vocals, close-mic grit in verses, doubled hook, ad-lib yells and delay throws on the last word. Ear candy: harmonica poke before the drop, clap break into the bridge, reversed organ swell into the final chorus. Mix is warm, punchy, and barn-floor bright., country, rap, gospel
Credits
Prompt bykraven
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Country rap gospel Jesus trash talking Satan
