Front Porch Ride or Die

[Verse 1]
Pulled up late in a dusty Ford
Three deep, plus a dog on board
Mud on the tires, gas on E
Still we riding like it’s VIP
Same boys from the school bus seats
Turned into my midnight street-piece fleet
If I’m dead broke, they break that stack
“Pay me later” written on a paper sack
[Chorus]
Good friends ride in the bad weather
Windows down, we sing together
Through the broke days, long nights, hard times
They’re my front porch, peace of mind
When the world goes cold, they keep that fire
Talk me down when my fuse gets wired
Good friends, good friends, that’s my wealth
If I got them, I don’t need else (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
One got married, one did time
One moved off, still hits my line
Group text buzzing like a July night
Jokes so wrong but they feel so right
They’ve seen me drunk, they’ve seen me cry
Pulled me back when I crossed that line
If I call “come through,” they ain’t asking why
They just show up, tailgate, headlights
[Chorus]
Good friends ride in the bad weather
Windows down, we sing together
Through the broke days, long nights, hard times
They’re my front porch, peace of mind
When the world goes cold, they keep that fire
Talk me down when my fuse gets wired
Good friends, good friends, that’s my wealth
If I got them, I don’t need else (hey!)
[Bridge]
If I fall, they fall in beside me
Laughing, “boy, you know you’re stuck with us”
When I win, they louder than I am
Yelling my name from the back of the truck
[Chorus]
Good friends ride in the bad weather
Windows down, we sing together
Through the broke days, long nights, hard times
They’re my front porch, peace of mind
When the world goes cold, they keep that fire
Talk me down when my fuse gets wired
Good friends, good friends, that’s my wealth
If I got them, I don’t need else

rap, Laid-back country rap with a warm bounce, twangy acoustic riff over a chunky, head-nod groove. Male vocals with a half-sung, half-spoken flow; tight storytelling in the verses, big gang-style singalong hook. Subby low end, stomps and claps on the backbeat, light organ pads in the chorus. Hook widens with stacked harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs., country