Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Used to punch holes in the drywall Now I just walk out the room Used to go ghost when you called me Now I pick up, say “what’s true?” Back then I blamed everybody Now I say “that’s on me” Same boots, same backroad body New mind, that’s glow-up clean Red dirt on my faded denim Scars on these tatted arms Still that small-town, raised on venom Turned it into healthy calm I was raised “boy don’t you cry” Now I speak up when it hurts Got a heart that survived that fire Turned the ashes into work (yeah) [Chorus] I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever (oh yeah) [Verse 2] Used to slam doors, start cussin’ Now I just breathe, then talk Used to chase every lil’ temptation Now I choose you, then walk All of this rage in my rib cage Learned how to turn it to drive I don’t just say “I’m sorry” I show up and I arrive (hey) You get the truth, not stories You get the eye contact I keep receipts of my progress I don’t slide, I act Yeah, I still got that bite Steel toe soul, that grit But I listen when you say “stop” That’s the hottest I get [Chorus] I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever [Bridge] I’ve been reckless, I’ve been ruthless I’ve been scared of my own truth, yes Now I’m learning how to use this Pain like a map to you If I shake, you can hold me If you break, I’ll be your glue We ain’t perfect, we just holy Every scar’s a brand-new view (woah) [Chorus] I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a new kind of pressure Got my demons in a headlock, you my guilty pleasure You can ride in this truck, see the storm get better When it rains in my chest, I can handle that weather Come and crawl in my lap, let the thunder roll softer You can taste every change, I’m a slow-burn offer I’m a grown man, baby, that’s a whole new measure Heavy heart, steady hands, you my wild forever
Tags
rap, Hybrid rap-country metal-trap banger with male vocals, sub-heavy 808s and crunchy guitars. Verses ride swung trap hats over twangy banjo and distorted power chords; vocal switches between tight triplet flows and laid-back country drawl. Chorus turns seductive and spacious with reverb-soaked harmonies, airy pads, and sliding bass. Bridge gets melodic and vulnerable over stripped-back keys and clean guitar, then slams back into the hook with stacked vocals and stuttering drum fills., seductive, country, emotional, metal
Duration
3:32
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026