[Intro] Backroad confessions… Windows down. Soul heavy. [Verse 1] I confess I been a liar when I said I was okay, I confess I used pride just to keep love away. I confess I liked money more than peace for a minute, confess I saw the fire and still walked in it. I confess I hurt people who was trying to help, confess I blamed the world when I hated myself. I confess I been toxic, reckless, and cold, but I confess I want better before I get old. Backroad riding with the moon on my hood, trying to ask God if I still got good. Harmonica crying like it know all my secrets, blues guitar bending like my heart when it weakens. I got memories sitting in the passenger seat, some smell like blood, some smell like weed. Some wear faces I can’t forget, some wear guilt I ain’t paid off yet. [Hook] These are backroad confessions from a man in the mud, I been baptized in tears, I been covered in blood. I been wrong, I been wild, I been hard to love, but I’m reaching through the dark for the man above. Backroad confessions, let the bassline roll, country blues crying from a wounded soul. If I tell it all true, maybe I’ll finally heal, backroad confessions from behind the wheel. [Verse 2] I confess I miss friends I don’t call no more, because every conversation open old doors. I confess I’m scared success might leave, scared love might find out what’s broken in me. I confess I still flinch when a car ride slow, still check every room for the nearest back door. Still hear old threats in a quiet damn house, still keep demons I’m trying to kick out. But I confess I got hope, even if it look small, like a porch light glowing at the end of it all. I confess I believe I can change my bloodline, one clean dollar, one healed heart at a time. I confess I want land, want peace, want marriage, want kids seeing love instead of trauma inherited. I confess I’m still rough, still learning my lane, but every mile I drive I leave some old pain. [Bridge] Let the road hear me, let the night clear me. Let the Lord steer me, let my people feel me. [Final Hook] These are backroad confessions from a man in the mud, I been baptized in tears, I been covered in blood. I been wrong, I been wild, I been hard to love, but I’m reaching through the dark for the man above. Backroad confessions, let the bassline roll, country blues crying from a wounded soul. If I tell it all true, maybe I’ll finally heal, backroad confessions from behind the wheel. [Outro] Yeah… No filter. No fake tough shit. Just truth on a backroad.
