Prompt / Lyrics
TIE YOUR HAIR BACK GIRL LETS GET TO FUCKIN [Female] AWWW HELL NAWW --- [Intro – melodic screamo] This ain't the life that you knew from the screen This is scars and steel, mud and gasoline Rev the chains, let the demons ride We’re burnin’ daylight — fuck the night! --- [Verse 1 – country rapper] Yeah, I came from the sticks, but I spit like a city boy Holler in my chest, bitch, I ain’t no pretty toy Camo dreams and battle scars, I wear 'em like a badge Still got that .45 tucked behind the dash Ain’t Hollywood, but I got that drawl And I’ll swing on a motherfucker talkin’ too tall I rose from the dirt, raised hell in the flame Never sold my soul, never played that game --- [Pre-Chorus – screamo (clean vocals)] We ride on shadows, fueled by rage No cage can hold this southern flame --- [Chorus – screamo (screamed and sung)] Backroads and breakdowns, whiskey and pain Rollin’ through the thunder with blood in our veins Hearts made of metal, lungs full of smoke We scream with the silence, and laugh while we choke Fuck yeah! --- [Verse 2 – country rapper] Fuck your filters, your brand, and your trends I’m the redneck prophet with no need to pretend Got metal in my strings and a middle finger up To every fake-ass rapper with a plastic cup I spit truth like buckshot, raw and real Don’t need your approval, don’t care how you feel I’ve been broke, been high, been flat on my back But I never lost faith, never slipped off track --- [Breakdown – screamo (screamed)] This is the sound of a war-born breed Country heart with a hardcore need We don’t bend, we snap like twigs With a fuck-you grin and a bottle of whiskey! --- [Bridge – rapper + screamo (clean/screamed duet)] (rapper): Can’t kill the roots, even if you try Got dirt in my soul and fire in my eye (AAAAAAAAAAAAA): Scream it loud from the goddamn pines We were born to burn and cross all lines! --- [Final Chorus –screamo & rapper] Backroads and breakdowns, whiskey and pain Rollin’ through the thunder with blood in our veins [Guitar slide] Still got the mud on my name, scars on my chest Ain’t scared of the devil or the motherfuckin’ press Hearts made of metal, lungs full of smoke (Both): We scream with the silence, and laugh while we choke! --- [Outro – rapper] So pour one out for the fucked-up kind We don’t die — we multiply and grind Country as hell with the stage on fire And a scream in the dark like a goddamn choir ---
Tags
Blend of metalcore, hip hop, rap, country, male, screamo, twang, drawl, 808s, bass boost, country backing vocals
Duration
3:16
Instrumental
No
Created
4/13/2025