[Intro: Train Horn, Wind, Pump Jack Squeak, Whispered] Train horn screaming... rez dogs barking... wind down a dead caliche road... I slide where the rig lights bleed, where the desert don't sleep... Ponte trucha, carnal... la tierra tiene dientes. [Hook: Dark NM Gangster Chant, Slow, Heavy 808] Move through the dust, ponte trucha, carnal, black boots, black heart, black smoke in the 575. Night got claws, Lea County got scars, dead homies whisper from the trunk of old cars. Black tarps, black thoughts, black rain on the glass, ghosts in the rearview, demons on the dash. I don't say shit, I just move, I just pass, LVT made me wicked with a grin and a mask. No confío en nadie when the desert gets cold, keep my steel toes low and my soul on froze. [Verse 1: NM Horror Flow, Slow & Cold] I was born where the 18 cracks and the coyotes bite, where the flares burn low like a blade in the night. Mama lit veladoras but the smoke turned gray, santos looked away when the oil field started praying. Caliche childhood, swamp cooler memories, broke screen door, eviction notice tendencies. Every vato I lost buried in melody, every rig I worked turned into legacy. La vida pesa, but I still walk straight, 575 on my back and that dust full of hate. [Hook: Dark NM Gangster Chant] Move through the dust, ponte trucha, carnal, black boots, black heart, black smoke in the 575. Night got claws, Lea County got scars, dead homies whisper from the trunk of old cars. Black tarps, black thoughts, black rain on the glass, ghosts in the rearview, demons on the dash. I don't say shit, I just move, I just pass, Hobbs made me wicked with a grin and a mask. [Verse 2: Southwest Spanglish, Troca Flow] Troca rolls slow from Dal Paso down Grimes, cruz swinging from the mirror counting all my time. No confío en nadie, I don't believe in peace, too many snakes with a smile en la Broadway Street. Rig to rig, check to check, debt after debt, everybody want respect but they fold under threat. Pinche vida dura, heart out of control, but I keep moving frío through the boca del lobo. [Bridge: Horror Low Voice, Static, Train Horn, 808 Stop] Static... train horn... bass dragging like a body bag... If you hear my name when the wind hits Bender, don't look back, ese, don't surrender. La sombra tiene hambre... and it knows where I live. [Verse 3: Fast Slim Shady Pocket, Double Time] Back on the block with the heat in the blacktop, cracked lip, black Dickies, white tee, low top. Cold grin, low brim, Locs so you can't see in, sin on my skin and a storm in my breathing. Every dollar got blood, every plug got a chain, Andale, keep moving, don't freeze, don't fold, New Mexico nights turn a warm heart cold. [Final Hook: DOUBLE-TIME CHOLO CHANT, Aggressive, Fast Flow, Drums Full Blast] Move through the dust ponte trucha carnal black boots black heart black smoke in the 575! Night got claws Lea County got scars dead homies whisper from the trunk of old cars! Black tarps black thoughts black rain on the glass ghosts in the rearview demons on the dash! I don't say shit I just move I just pass Lea County made me wicked with a grin and a mask! No confío en nadie I move alone black sky above me dust in my bones! Ponte trucha carnal ponte trucha carnal 575 till my soul froze! [Outro: Spoken, Train Fade, Whisper, Slow Down] Slow that shit down... Lea County dust on my boots, blood moon loose, black sky bruised. El barrio still breathes like it never gave a fuck. Ponte trucha, carnal... puro 575.
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