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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Brown boots
Hole in the sole and the roof
Rain in the kitchen pan, drip proof
Mama stretchin' one can for two
Trailer walls
Thin like the jeans that I wore
Dreams taped up on a cracked door
Said, “Son, you’re meant for more”
[Chorus]
From food stamps to forever
From that couch to this leather
I was prayin’ for a dollar, now the commas stackin’ better
But the money ain’t the treasure
You’re the gold in this endeavor
Yeah, I made it out the dirt
Now I’m rich in love forever (forever)
[Verse 2]
Rap on the porch
Rust on the Ford in the yard
Bars in my head hittin’ hard
While the church bells rang in the dark
First check
Blew it on you and some gas
Cheap wine, high hopes, no past
You laughed, said, “Slow down, it’s fast”
[Chorus]
From food stamps to forever
From that couch to this leather
I was prayin’ for a dollar, now the commas stackin’ better
But the money ain’t the treasure
You’re the gold in this endeavor
Yeah, I made it out the dirt
Now I’m rich in love forever (oh, forever)
[Bridge]
We were broke, but you were priceless (priceless)
Hand in hand, ridin’ the crisis (yeah)
Now the safe heavy, heart lightest
You the reason that I fight this
Fancy plates, same grace we say
Different truck, same dirt driveway
If I lose it all someday
Long as you stay, I’m okay (I’m okay)
[Chorus]
From food stamps to forever
From that couch to this leather
I was prayin’ for a dollar, now the commas stackin’ better
All the shine, it fades to weather
But our names ride on together
Yeah, I made it out the dirt
And I’m rich in love forever (forever, forever)
Details
GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
Duration3:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Hybrid of crunching metal guitars, trap hi-hats, and dusty country twang. Male vocals with a gritty, storytelling tone in the verses; chorus lifts into a melodic, anthemic hook with stacked harmonies. 808-weighted low end glues to double-kick patterns, while a mournful slide guitar answers vocal phrases. Energy starts tense and hungry, blooms into triumphant warmth by the final chorus with gang vocals and cymbal swells., country, metal
Credits
Prompt bySavageFalcon502
ModelAria v5
Prompt
metal, country’s rap song about growing up poor then making it to have money and making it about love
