Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Forty acres off the map Red dust in my lungs Mail box full of nothin Just my name on a rusted tongue St. John’s on the road sign Then the pavement just gives up Old Ford, no plates Devil dog in the truck (yeah) [Chorus] We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Forty acres and a target on my back No neighbors, just vultures in a circle If they find us, they ain’t ridin out intact We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Burnin past on a busted county road If they cross that dry wash line tonight They go ghost, they go ghost [Verse 2] Cash buried by the mesquite Shovel marks like scars in the clay Phone dead in the glove box Can’t trace what you can’t locate Got a map with the corners torn Blood thumbprint on the edge Every secret that we ever swore Sittin heavy on this ledge [Chorus] We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Forty acres and a target on my back No neighbors, just vultures in a circle If they find us, they ain’t ridin out intact We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Burnin past on a busted county road If they cross that dry wash line tonight They go ghost, they go ghost (yeah) [Bridge] Sheriff’s lights in a far-off mirror Look small, but they gettin nearer Heart beat with the engine knock Prayin that the gate still locks [Chorus] We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Forty acres and a target on my back No neighbors, just vultures in a circle If they find us, they ain’t ridin out intact We the outlaws, off grid in Arizona Burnin past on a busted county road If they cross that dry wash line tonight They go ghost, they go ghost
Tags
rap, Dark country hip hop, slow 78 BPM. Menacing 808 thump under twangy, detuned slide guitar and dusty clap/snare. Male vocals with a low, gritty delivery; hook opens up with layered gang chants and eerie whistle textures. Verses stay stripped and tense, final chorus adds growling harmonies and extra sub to feel huge yet bleak., hip hop, country
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
2/28/2026