Past Life Of Mine

[Verse 1]
Back when the nights burned hotter than the county line,
Cheap whiskey, bad choices, and a reckless mind.
Boots on the dash, gravel flyin’ behind,
Every backroad lookin’ like a finish line.

Blue lights flashin’, yeah I pushed that gas,
Didn’t slow down, just let that engine blast.
Dust in the mirror, heart racin’ the wind,
Didn’t give a damn where the road might end.

[Pre-Chorus]
No brakes, no rules, just a loaded ride,
Every mile a gamble, every turn a fight.
Hearts on fire, we ain’t slowin’ down,
Outlaws runnin’ loose all over this town.


[Chorus]
I was runnin’ wild where the blacktop bends,
Middle fingers up to the law and my sins.
Full tank, redline, foot to the floor,
Livin’ like tomorrow ain’t comin’ no more.

Just a rebel soul on the county line.
Yeah I raised some hell, yeah I crossed some lines,
Left a trail of dust in a past life of mine,
And the county still talks ’bout the hell I left behind.



[Verse 2]
Tires cut deep through a farmer’s corn,
Beer on the dash, middle finger to the morn.
Sheriff lights flash through the stalks behind,
We hit that gas with a reckless mind.

Truck damn near buried in a mud hole pit,
Whole crew cussin’ while we yanked that hitch.
Engine screamed when it clawed back free,
Gravel flyin’ while the law chased me.

Back trails turned to a midnight track,
Jumped old trucks till the frames damn cracked.
Snowbank drifts on a county road,
Whiskey breath and a heavy load.

Couple rides slid in a frozen ditch,
Still laughin’ drunk while we pulled that hitch.
Bonfire burnin’ where the dirt roads meet,
Gunshots echo through the dark back creek.

Ash on my boots and a bruise or two,
Didn’t give a damn what the night might do.
If the law came knockin’, we’d disappear in smoke,
Just a wild pack of boys and a town half broke.



[Bridge]
Cold nights breathin’ smoke in the truck cab air,
Half my friends were ghosts but we didn’t care.
Sirens in the distance, gravel in our veins,
Every bad decision runnin’ through our brains.

Sun came up on a thousand wild nights,
Head still ringin’ from them red and blue lights.
Young and bulletproof, runnin’ full-throttle time,
Left a trail of high smoke but not a single sign.



[Final Chorus]
I was runnin’ wild where the blacktop bends,
Middle fingers up to the law and my sins.
Full tank, redline, kickin’ up dust,
Livin’ every night like the world’s unjust.

Just a rebel soul on the county line.
Yeah I raised some hell, yeah I crossed some lines,
Left a trail of dust in a past life of mine,
And the county still talks ’bout the hell I left behind.



[Outro]
Engines fade, but the smoke still hangs,
Tires worn down, hearts full of scars.
Every dirt road, every wild line,
Still echoes the story of that past life of mine.

Brutal outlaw country-rap, raw and mean, with gritty guitars and untamed, reckless energy