

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, we ridin' through the night, no filters, just sight. Whiskey in my cup, feelin' that Saturday bite. [Verse 1] Hit the porch, chattin’ trash, acoustic strum, flashin’ past. Talkin’ slow, beat to trap, stories flow, a hearty laugh. Guitars squeal, hats tipped low, on this road, we let it go. Fast cars, slow soul, country roots where wild hearts grow. [Pre-Chorus] Lights dim low, bass hits right, mingling day with neon night. Breathe it in, this raw desire, burnin’ slow, set it on fire. [Chorus] Saturday’s a mixtape, whiskey on replay — we both know how this ends, but we ain’t pressin’ stop. No-filt-er! [Post-Chorus] Yeah, no filters, no filters, (shout-along) Yeah, no filters, no filters! (everybody) [Verse 2] Pickup line, stage dive, shootin’ stars in runoff time. Sippin’ slow, feelings high, ain’t no lie, just you and I. Steel guitar, electric flare, crowd’s a wave, we caught in there. Country run, city fun, under the moon, we’re the one. [Pre-Chorus] Night’s alive, heartbeat thrive, in this moment, we survive. Hold tight, ride this wave, fearless, free, unafraid. [Chorus] Saturday’s a mixtape, whiskey on replay — we both know how this ends, but we ain’t pressin’ stop. No-filt-er! [Bridge] Raise your glass, sing it loud, country crowd, rap proud. Twist and shout, no doubt, what we got’s what it’s about. [Outro] Keep it rolling till dawn, no filter, just the song. Saturday’s our day, our way, where we belong. [End Tag] No-filt-er! (crowd echo)
Tags
Country-rap crossover with acoustic guitar, trap hi-hats, big drums, and gang vocals
2:07
No
2/4/2026