Seattle Cowboy

[Intro]
Boots on that sidewalk
Rain in my brim
Seattle cowboy
Still country as sin (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Done with this life I been livin
Countin up lint
Pocket full of wishes
Ain’t gonna be broke no more
That’s finished
Hoodie smellin like grease
And them long day’s dishes
Couch had me caught in a chokehold
Bills stack tall like the Space Needle postcode
Mama said “baby, that storm gon’ pass”
So I quit pourin pity
Started pourin in the gas (skrrt)
[Chorus]
Done with this life I been livin (uh)
Ain’t gonna be broke no more (no more)
From the rain to the red dirt rhythm
Watch these muddy boots hit that floor
I’m a Seattle cowboy
Talk slow, money talk loud
Harmonica cry, then it laugh right back
When I walk in, bass shake the whole crowd
[Verse 2]
Raincoat over my pearl-snap shirt
Hustle in the mud, made it work through the hurt
Coffee in my cup, got a flask in the truck
Pray on the hill, then I press my luck
Grind so country, slang so South
But the clouds look different when you climbin out
City boy views with a dirt-road heart
Put the pain in a verse
Turn the scraps into art (yeah)
[Chorus]
Done with this life I been livin
Ain’t gonna be broke no more
From the docks to the pine tree edges
I’m cashin in what I was fightin for
I’m a Seattle cowboy
Talk slow, money talk loud
Harmonica sing, then it talk right back
While that bass line stomp through the crowd (hey)
[Bridge]
Had duct tape dreams
Now they stitched in leather
Used to dread my days
Now I dance in the weather (ooh)
Every raindrop hit like a round in the drum
I was broke last year
Now the blessings done come
[Chorus]
Done with this life I been livin
Ain’t gonna be broke no more
Got mud on my name, wash it off in the river
Let it ride right down that shore
I’m a Seattle cowboy
Talk slow, money talk loud
Harmonica moan, then it laugh right back
While that bass knock holes in the ground

rap, Dirty South rap with male vocals in a deep Southern accent, 92-96 BPM. Heavy, trunk-rattling low end and crisp trap hats under twangy slide guitar. Call-and-response harmonica licks answer key lines, with a half-sung, half-rapped hook that leans country. Verses stay gritty and close-mic’d; chorus opens wide with stacked harmonies and a big, anthemic feel., deep, dirty south rap, male vocals, country