[Verse 1] Rust on the Chevy Ash on my jeans Tire tracks twisting Through busted-up dreams Jaw full of gravel Heart full of fines I keep on crossing That broken state line [Pre-Chorus] Every badge in my rearview Every sin in my eyes Radio preaching redemption But my hands still lie [Chorus] I’m an outlaw in the smoke In the smoke Running from the fire in my throat In my throat Yeah The blues in my blood They don’t wash They don’t wash (oh no) When that low bass hits All the pain just drops I’m an outlaw in the smoke Let it drop Let it drop [Verse 2] Neon bar closing But my rage stays late Lip tastes of whiskey Tongue tastes like fate You said “boy You’re poison” Then you took your time Now your ghost rides shotgun On this crooked white line [Pre-Chorus] Every town got a story Every scar got a name I trade my hallelujahs For a little more flame [Chorus] I’m an outlaw in the smoke In the smoke Running from the fire in my throat In my throat Yeah The blues in my blood They don’t wash They don’t wash (oh no) When that low bass hits All the pain just drops I’m an outlaw in the smoke Let it drop Let it drop [Bridge] (Slow it down) If loving you’s a sentence Then chain me to this night Your goodbye was the gavel My heart did life (Bring it back) Every mile another memory Every mile another lie ’Til the sky splits open And the floor falls out my ride [Chorus] I’m an outlaw in the smoke In the smoke Running from the fire in my throat In my throat (hey) Yeah The blues in my blood They don’t wash They don’t wash When that low bass hits All the pain just drops I’m an outlaw in the smoke Let it drop Let it drop I’m an outlaw in the smoke Let it drop Let it drop

Swampy hybrid of southern blues guitar riffs and emotional R&B/soul melodies over cinematic dubstep drops. Male vocals, raspy yet agile. Verses ride slow, swung drums and warm organ pads; bass swells and filtered wubs creep in pre-drop. Choruses explode with a massive, syncopated drop—sub shaking, half-time groove, and chopped vocal hooks. Occasional slide guitar licks drenched in reverb float above the low end, building a smoky, outlaw-road energy., soul, emotional, blues, r&b, dubstep

Smoke on the State Line