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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Truck bed rain
Red dirt on my faded name
Your jean jacket in the cab
Still smells like August, makes me mad
I scroll your town on a cracked phone screen
You with him at that Dairy Queen
Same blue eyes, new front seat
I just bite down, grind my teeth
[Chorus]
You left your clay on my boots
Your ghost in this house
Your song in my roots
I’m still driving these roads
Where we carved out the proof
You moved on, but I’m still
Wearing you like a truth
You left your clay on my boots
[Verse 2]
Half tank, half gone
Talk tough but the pain runs strong
Spit a bar, then I hit that drawl
Try to sound hard, then my voice just falls
Friday night crowd, I’m the sad boy act
Spilling our story over twang and trap
They throw hands up when the kick drum hits
But I’m choked up on your name in the mix
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Yeah, I cuss your name, then I miss your laugh
Hit that gas, then I want you back
I’m a backroad prayer, front seat sin
If you turned around, I’d let you in
[low vocal register] I’d let you in, yeah
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedDec 28, 2025
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody country-trap ballad with male vocals: fingerpicked acoustic and clean electric in the verses over spacious 808s and sparse hats, then exploding into an anthemic country-rock chorus with big drums, stacked gang vocals, and gritty overdriven guitars. Verses half-rapped with melodic hooks on the tail lines; chorus fully sung, wide and emotional. Sub bass glues the low end, steel-textured lead guitar answers vocal phrases., male vocals, alternative country, acoustic, country, country rock, electric, pop rock, rock, moody, pop
Credits
Prompt by
Jpaul14
Jpaul14ModelAria v5
Prompt
Hit me with heartbreak, alternative country, rap, electric, moody, acoustic, 808s, male vocals, country-trap, country, anthemic, country rock, rock, country pop, country, pop rock, pop, melodic
