Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Boot print on my front door Red clay on my floor You left your mess like a calling card Took my time Then stole my car Empty can on the countertop Ashtray talk that never stops Every lie had the same old drawl Every promise just alcohol [Chorus] Gonna burn it off All the smoke All the talk All the dead-end plans Gonna shake you off Like dust from a jacket Like oil from my hands You can keep that pain you brought I’m done buying what you sold Gonna burn it off ‘Til the fire runs cold [Verse 2] Your picture’s in the truck bed Face down Gettin’ sunburnt red All those nights that I lost sleep Hell I’ll let the vultures eat Got a map with a thousand roads New strings Same heavy load But I’m light when I hit that turn In the rearview Watch you burn [Chorus] Gonna burn it off All the smoke All the talk All the dead-end plans Gonna shake you off Like dust from a jacket Like oil from my hands You can keep that pain you brought I’m done buying what you sold Gonna burn it off ‘Til the fire runs cold [Bridge] You were thunder I was shelter Now I’m stepping Out from under (yeah) Let the black sky Split wide open Hear my name in Every broken echo [Chorus] Gonna burn it off All the smoke All the talk All the dead-end plans Gonna shake you off Like dust from a jacket Like oil from my hands You can keep that pain you brought I’m done buying what you sold Gonna burn it off Gonna burn it off ‘Til the fire runs cold
Tags
rock, Gritty blend of hard rock and alt-southern swagger: crunchy double-tracked guitars, thick bass, punchy live drums. Verses ride a mid-tempo, palm-muted riff with male vocals half-snarled, half-spoken; chorus explodes with wide power chords, stacked shout-along harmonies, and a swinging backbeat. Brief fuzzed-out lead licks between lines, bridge strips to toms and bass before a last, full-throttle chorus., hard rock, southern rock, alternative rock
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
3/21/2026