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Lyrics
[Intro]
[Harmonica riff circles in, lazy and mean]
Gulf Coast dust on my boots
Salt in my cup
Hat tipped low
And I still don’t give a—
[Verse 1]
Gulf Coast cowboy
King of the shit town
Lean in the console
Seat sittin’ ripped down
Boss of the heathens
Laugh when the law frowns
Talkin’ like a legend
Sleepin’ on a dog couch
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Just the gas station saga
Hot beer, cold fries
And a parking lot drama
Bitchen over somethin’
That I’ll forget tomorrow
Full tank, full ashtray
Half-full of sorrow
[Chorus]
I’m the boss of the heathens
King of the shit town
Cussin’ at the sky
While the sun goes down
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Still they sing that sound
’Cause nothin’ really matters
When you’re stuck right now
Boss of the heathens
Crown made of smoke
Laugh through the trouble
Turn pain into jokes
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Till the night runs out
’Cause nothin’ really matters
But the here, right now
[Verse 2]
Rust on the Chevy
But it still might start
Bible on the dash
Devil in my heart
Old man preachin’
I just roll past slow
Got prayers on my phone
And a cracked screen glow
Trailer park prophets
On the tailgate throne
Talk big talk
’Bout leavin’ this zone
Bitchen over somethin’
Like we got it all planned
But we ain’t got gas
Just time on our hands
[Chorus]
I’m the boss of the heathens
King of the shit town
Cussin’ at the sky
While the sun goes down
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Still they sing that sound
’Cause nothin’ really matters
When you’re stuck right now
Boss of the heathens
Crown made of smoke
Laugh through the trouble
Turn pain into jokes
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Till the night runs out
’Cause nothin’ really matters
But the here, right now
[Bridge]
[Harmonica echoes the melody, drums fall back]
If it all burns up
Let it burn in style (yeah)
If this dead-end road
Is a long green mile
I’ll still sit high
In this broke-down seat
Talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Like it’s all I need
[Chorus]
I’m the boss of the heathens
King of the shit town
Cussin’ at the sky
While the sun goes down
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Still they sing that sound
’Cause nothin’ really matters
When you’re stuck right now
Boss of the heathens
Crown made of smoke
Laugh through the trouble
Turn pain into jokes
Rappin’ ’bout nothin’
Till the night runs out
’Cause nothin’ really matters
But the here, right now
[Outro]
[Harmonica solo rides the track out, fading into night sounds]
Details
GeneratedJan 19, 2026
Duration3:18
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Swampy rap-country mashup: wheezy harmonica intro riff over brushed snare and loose acoustic guitar strums. Beat drops with trunky low end and twangy electric licks. Verses are half-spoken, half-sung with a lazy Gulf drawl; hook stacks gritty male vocals in a rowdy shout-along. Harmonica keeps answering the vocal phrases between lines., country
Credits
Prompt by
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Prompt
Gulf Coast rCowboy king of the shit town boss of the heathens rapping bout nothing bitchen over something but nothing really matters, rap country harmonica intro
