Me&Da Boys

Sunset burnin’ down that county line,

Cool breeze blowin’, tailgate recline.

Boots dusty, got mud on the chrome,

Me & da boys, yeah, we call this home.

Bonfires blaze and the speakers thump,

Kickin’ back whiskey from a mason cup.

We ride deep, no need to pretend,

Blood thicker than that river bend.

Me & da boys, we don’t back down,

From pinewood dirt to the edge of town.

Snapbacks, flannels, hearts of gold—

Never fold, never sold, keepin’ ten toes cold.

It’s grit and grind, bond divine,

Country soul with a city-state mind.

Crew roll up, fresh kicks in the hay,

Chrome .44 in the glove, just in case.

Respect earned, not a dime bought pride,

Loyalty louder than a bassline ride.

We fight, we laugh, we live, we pray,

Hands on the Bible, but we don’t play.

Saturday nights, we light it up—

Sunday morning, still fill our cup.

Me & da boys, yeah, you know the call—

Raised on grit and we’ll never fall.

Heartland beats in our chest so strong,

This ain’t just a song, it’s where we belong.