**** Listen to the full Backroad Mix-O-Rama here: **** https://suno.com/playlist/21d62751-ce45-4cac-9e8e-766af0b4a800 Backroad. Bad coffee. Good trouble. Let’s go. Dust on my jeans, gas on my hands, I grew up on noise and breaking my plans. People talk big, but they walk so small— I’ve tripped over lies that stood ten feet tall. Yeah, I crawled through dirt, but I’m not your pity— I’m the kick in the door you don’t let in the city. If I drop out here on this cracked-up lane, I’ll grin at the sky like “do it again.” No maps, no rules, just a half-dead phone. Feels good to run where I’m on my own. Bury me on the backroad— I’m not slowin’ down. BACKROOOAD! Bury me on the backroad— I don’t need no crown. NO CROWN! No name on a stone, just boots on the ground. STAY LOUD! STAY LOUD! I’ve been messed with, sure, but I bite right back. Got a mouth like thunder, got a soul off track. They said “stay nice,” yeah, that didn’t land— I write better songs when I don’t play grand. Dreams in my pocket, holes in my coat, a middle-finger smile and a half-burned note. Let the world throw shade— I throw it back twice. They don’t like my truth? Cool. Roll the dice. If the road gets rough, I won’t hit the brakes— I learned more from dirt than I did from saints. Bury me on the backroad— lights go in and out. BACKROOOAD! Bury me on the backroad— hear me when I shout. GET OUT! No name on a stone, no saint, no doubt. I’M REAL! I’M LOUD! Tell ’em I wasn’t quiet. Tell ’em I didn’t wait. Tell ’em I played loud and showed up late. If this road takes me, fine. So what? I lived with my fists up— and both eyes shut. Bury me on the backroad— yeah, throw me to the dust. BACKROOOAD! Bury me on the backroad— I’m louder than I was. STAY ROUGH! No name on a stone, who cares what it does— I’M HERE! I’M ENOUGH! Road’s rough. So am I. Perfect match.
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