Backroad Fever

[Verse 1]
Boots on your dash
Dust on my thighs
You light that smoke
I watch your eyes
Sweet gasoline
Sweat on your neck
One hand on me
One on the stick
[Chorus]
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Make me beg
Make me lean in deeper
Windows down
Let the night get louder
Your hands
My hips
We burn like powder
Take it slow
Make it rough
My lover
Dirt road sin we can't recover
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Till I can't breathe
[Verse 2]
Whiskey on ice
Melt on your tongue
You pass that green
I hold it long
That jawline grin
That tight white tee
Strings on your arms
Wrapped around me (mm)
[Chorus]
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Make me beg
Make me lean in deeper
Windows down
Let the night get louder
Your hands
My hips
We burn like powder
Take it slow
Make it rough
My lover
Dirt road sin we can't recover
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Till I can't breathe
[Bridge]
Pulled off soft
Gravel rain on chrome
You kill the lights
Now it’s just moans
You say my name
Low
Right in my ear
I climb across
Baby take that gear (yeah)
[Chorus]
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Make me beg
Make me lean in deeper
Windows down
Let the night get louder
Your hands
My hips
We burn like powder
Take it slow
Make it rough
My lover
Dirt road sin we can’t recover
Come on
Drive this backroad fever
Till I can’t
Till I can’t breathe (oh)

rock, Sultry blues-rock with female vocals, swampy slide guitars, and a lazy, grinding groove. Verses start stripped with kick, bass, and dusty tremolo guitar; choruses hit wider with stacked harmonies, crunchy overdrive, and big tom fills. Slow-burn build in the bridge with half-time drums and bent-note guitar licks before a final, breathier chorus and smoldering outro., vocal, blues