Verse 1

Pre-Chorus
You said, “Pop that tailgate, boy,” with a grin that started trouble,
And my “alpha” friends got quiet… ‘cause they knew I was in double.

Chorus
Kissin’ my baby in the back of my soybertruck Tesla,
Parked in the shadows where the palm trees start to wrestle ya,
Chrome and heartbreak, bass from my buddies’ playlist,
Miami night, parking-lot stars, yeah we didn’t waste it.
Big talk, small town soul, feelin’ ten feet taller—
Out back behind a Fuddruckers, I fell hard like a brawler.

Verse 2
Window tint like Sunday secrets, condenser hummin’ gospel,
Said you like a man with manners, but a little bit unlawful.
My friends kept watch by the soda cups, pretendin’ they were “security,”
Talkin’ ‘bout “grindset” and “dominance,” while I’m losin’ all my purity.

Pre-Chorus
Your laugh cut through that Florida air like a steel-string on a Friday,
And I forgot my whole persona in about half a highway.

Bridge
My boys say, “Bro, you’re legendary,” like it’s some kind of medal,
But you whispered, “Hush, Romeo,” and put your hand on the pedal.
And I learned a real man ain’t the loudest in the lot—
He’s the one who holds on steady when the whole world says “nah.”

Final Chorus
Still kissin’ my baby in the back of my soybertruck Tesla,
Miami moon on the windshield, makin’ every second bless ya,
Alpha talk fades out quick when your heart starts tellin’ truth,
Out back behind that Fuddruckers, I got found in my youth.
Yeah, big talk, small town soul, but tonight I’m a believer—
Just a fool in love, grinnin’ wide, drivin’ slow past the reliever.

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Verse 1 Out back behind that Fuddruckers, neon buzzin’ like a skeeter, Miami heat on the asphalt, my boots stuck to the meter. My boys all yell “LET’S GOOO!” like they’re hype men on a mission, I’m actin’ tough as beef jerky, but I’m wishin’ for permission. Pre-Chorus You said, “Pop that tailgate, boy,” with a grin that started trouble, And my “alpha” friends got quiet… ‘cause they knew I was in double. Chorus Kissin’ my baby in the back of my soybertruck Tesla, Parked in the shadows where the palm trees start to wrestle ya, Chrome and heartbreak, bass from my buddies’ playlist, Miami night, parking-lot stars, yeah we didn’t waste it. Big talk, small town soul, feelin’ ten feet taller— Out back behind a Fuddruckers, I fell hard like a brawler. Verse 2 Window tint like Sunday secrets, condenser hummin’ gospel, Said you like a man with manners, but a little bit unlawful. My friends kept watch by the soda cups, pretendin’ they were “security,” Talkin’ ‘bout “grindset” and “dominance,” while I’m losin’ all my purity. Pre-Chorus Your laugh cut through that Florida air like a steel-string on a Friday, And I forgot my whole persona in about half a highway. Chorus Kissin’ my baby in the back of my soybertruck Tesla, Parked in the shadows where the palm trees start to wrestle ya, Chrome and heartbreak, bass from my buddies’ playlist, Miami night, parking-lot stars, yeah we didn’t waste it. Big talk, small town soul, feelin’ ten feet taller— Out back behind a Fuddruckers, I fell hard like a brawler. Bridge My boys say, “Bro, you’re legendary,” like it’s some kind of medal, But you whispered, “Hush, Romeo,” and put your hand on the pedal. And I learned a real man ain’t the loudest in the lot— He’s the one who holds on steady when the whole world says “nah.” Final Chorus Still kissin’ my baby in the back of my soybertruck Tesla, Miami moon on the windshield, makin’ every second bless ya, Alpha talk fades out quick when your heart starts tellin’ truth, Out back behind that Fuddruckers, I got found in my youth. Yeah, big talk, small town soul, but tonight I’m a believer— Just a fool in love, grinnin’ wide, drivin’ slow past the reliever.

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