[Intro – Acoustic Guitar, Half-Time Feel] January frost on a windshield grin Six-string hum and a restless spin Left the holler with a carry-on dream Heaven knows what I’m runnin’ from, what I ain’t seen [Verse 1 – Melodic Rap, Laid-Back Pocket] Window seat, cloud nine, runway lights Rubber burn, disappear in the night Still smell smoke from a creekside fire But this jet fuel talkin’ ’bout a different kind of higher Carhartt folded under first-class gold Mama’s voice in my head sayin’ don’t get sold Sweet tea memory, bass in my chest 808 thump got me answerin’ texts She said, “You ain’t from here, boy, I can tell by the way you stare” Yeah, I talk slow, boots scuffed, dirt still under there [Pre-Chorus – Electric Guitar Lift] Neon palms where the stars should be West coast shine don’t look right to me [Chorus – Sung Hook, Big Harmonies] I’m a long way from a gravel road From them nights where the sky hangs low Private wing, but I feel outta place Too much shine on a borrowed face Yeah, I’m here but I don’t belong Heart still hums to an old dirt song All this gold, still feel the cold When the roots don’t let you go [Verse 2 – Rap Verse, More Energy] Champagne pour where the whiskey should be Talkin’ futures like they know me City move fast, I move slow Still say sir, still say no She love the accent, hates the drawl Says, “You could be bigger, you could have it all” But I miss trucks lined by the field Subs knock harder by a back porch grill They see the jacket, not the thread Don’t hear the prayers I been sayin’ instead [Pre-Chorus – Vocal Stack Build] Every mile just reminds me why Some things don’t change when the plane takes flight [Chorus – Full Lift, Half-Time Drop] I’m a long way from a gravel road From them nights where the sky hangs low Private wing, but I feel outta place Too much shine on a borrowed face Yeah, I’m here but I don’t belong Heart still hums to an old dirt song All this gold, still feel the cold When the roots don’t let you go [Bridge – Stripped Acoustic + 808 Pulse] Take the boy out the pine and clay But that red dirt don’t wash away Every win feel a little fake If you lose who you are on the way [Final Chorus – Biggest, Open Harmonies] I’m a long way from a gravel road From them nights where the sky hangs low Private wing, still grounded inside No amount of lights change the night sky Yeah, I’m here but I don’t belong Heart still hums to an old dirt song All this gold, still feel the cold When the roots don’t let you go [Outro – Fading Hook, Reverb Heavy] Engines hum, but my heart stays home Same old stars, just a different road Private wing, but I already know You can’t outrun where your bloodline goes
