Intro (Jaw Harp + Harmonica Riff)
(Jaw harp twangs, blues harmonica wails, distorted guitar fades in)
Yeah…
From gravel roads to palm trees,
Same boots, different dirt.
Verse 1 (Rap)
Came from a porch with a shotgun lean,
Rust on the rail and a half-tank dream,
Mama said, “Boy, keep your boots real tight,”
But I chased them lights on a westbound night
Pickup rattlin’, radio crackle,
Southern drawl in a concrete battle,
They laugh when I talk, say I sound too slow,
Till the beat drop hard and the bass go low
Dirt-road heart with a city plan,
Blue jeans ripped but I still stand,
They sip lattes, I spit gasoline,
Cowboy rebel in designer jeans
Hook (Chanted / Half-Rap)
I got dust on my boots in the Golden State,
Six-string growl and a hip-hop fate,
Jaw harp poppin’ with a backbeat shake,
Country soul in a concrete place
Yeah, dust on my boots in the Golden State,
Blues harp cry while the drums vibrate,
I don’t fit in — never did wait,
I just kicked that door, sealed my fate
Verse 2 (Rap)
Palm trees sway but I smell the rain,
Hear them cicadas in my brain,
They talk real fast, but they move real fake,
I move real slow but the ground still breaks
Chrome-plated dreams and a pawnshop ring,
Heavy guitar make the subwoofers sting,
I don’t sing sweet, I spit like gravel,
Every bar hit hard, outlaw travel
From barnyard bars to Hollywood nights,
Same old fight, new neon lights,
They say “pick a lane,” I just laugh and steer,
Rap-rock outlaw — I don’t disappear
Pre-Chorus (Growled Vocals + Guitar Build)
I ain’t polished, I ain’t clean,
Got mud in my blood, grease in my genes,
Turn that amp till the walls cave in,
This ain’t trendin’ — this is tradition
Chorus (Full Energy)
I got dust on my boots in the Golden State,
Heavy riffs and an 808,
Jaw harp snap with a rebel swing,
Hear that piano start to sing
Yeah, dust on my boots in the Golden State,
Country rap with a metal plate,
I ain’t west, I ain’t backwoods fake,
I’m the crossroad you can’t escape
Bridge (Piano Solo + Harmonica Call)
(Piano solo rolls — bluesy, barroom style
Harmonica answers, bending notes like a siren
Guitars chug low and dirty)
Verse 3 (Final Rap – Confident & Defiant)
They said it wouldn’t sell, said it wouldn’t last,
Now they nod their head when the speakers blast,
From hip-hop roots to a country flame,
Same outlaw fire, new chapter name
I ain’t polished pop, I’m a barroom scar,
Six-string preacher with a beat-up car,
If you don’t get it, that’s alright,
This sound was born in a Saturday fight
Final Chorus (Big, Anthem Style)
I got dust on my boots in the Golden State,
From the dirt to the lights, I evolved my fate,
Jaw harp talk, heavy strings vibrate,
This is what happens when you don’t assimilate
Yeah, dust on my boots in the Golden State,
Country soul with a hip-hop plate,
I didn’t follow — I built that gate,
Now they all walk through it late
Outro (Jaw Harp + Guitar Fade)
(Jaw harp twangs alone, harmonica fades out)
Same boots…
Different dirt.
