[Intro]
Backseat home again, engine tickin’ low,
What if these dead ends are just the way it go?
Average man grindin’, tryin’ to get by…
Roadway out, let’s ride.
[Verse 1]
Frost on the windshield, sleepin’ where the truckers park,
Ramen on the dash, work boots stained with tar.
Lost the job, lost the couch, now the tank’s on fumes,
Dead-end roads laughin’ while I’m dodgin’ bad news.
What if hell’s these long nights, cold and broke as hell,
What if bein’ born in struggle’s how the strong get built?
Boss man fired me quick, ex said I’m chasin’ ghosts,
But I’m workin’ on tomorrow with these calloused hands and hope.
Backyard dreams in a rusted-out ride,
Lullaby of the engine hummin’ through the night.
Average Joe just tryin’ to make it, scrapin’ every dime,
What if the pain’s the payment for the better life in time?
[Chorus]
Livin’ out the car, but the car’s just stage one,
Dead ends tryna break me, still risin’ with the sun.
Workin’ on a way out, pedal down through the fight,
Backyard heart, steel in my spine—ain’t givin’ up tonight!
From the bottom where the grind feels eternal,
Turn these scars to stories, fuel for the journal.
Find the on-ramp, leave the rearview in the dust,
Average man risin’—this is do or bust!
[Verse 2]
Heater barely kickin’, wind howlin’ through the cracks,
Shift work ghosts and minimum wage holdin’ me back.
Friends say slow down, but they ain’t feel this weight,
Countin’ quarters at the station, prayin’ for a break.
What if we reach the gates and He asks what we did with the hurt?
Did we fold in the dirt or flip it into work?
Backyard lullaby singin’ over the radio static,
Demun grit, Colt Ford hustle—make it automatic.
Sweat on the brow, pride in the scars I earned,
Just a regular man with a fire that still burns.
No silver spoon, just boots on the ground,
Workin’ on the breakthrough while the world spins ’round.
[Chorus]
Livin’ out the car, but the car’s just stage one,
Dead ends tryna break me, still risin’ with the sun.
Workin’ on a way out, pedal down through the fight,
Backyard heart, steel in my spine—ain’t givin’ up tonight!
From the bottom where the grind feels eternal,
Turn these scars to stories, fuel for the journal.
Find the on-ramp, leave the rearview in the dust,
Average man risin’—this is do or bust!
[Outro / Verse 3]
Engine hummin’ stronger, trials sharpenin’ the blade,
Dead ends turn to lessons on this backroad crusade.
To every man in the struggle, parked under the stars,
Grip the wheel, say a prayer—victory ain’t far.
Workin’ on redemption, lullaby to war cry,
From the backseat to the highway, watch the old life die.
Roadway out… keep grindin’, keep risin’.
Average man— we make
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