[Intro — Whispered] Cheer for the ruin, clap for the fall Boot-print halo, spray paint on the chapel wall Boots in the red clay, heart on the dash Dreams in a Ziploc, tucked in my stash (uh) [Verse 1] Mud on my boots, mascara smeared Lipstick crooked, but the road is clear Bible in the backseat, flask in the door Prayin’ on Sunday, sinning by four (ha) Trailer park queen with a rusted crown Tattooed knuckles say, “Burn it down” Granddad’s tractor, Mama’s old Ford Both broke down, but I’m pushin’ it forward Hand-me-down flannel, smellin’ like work Turn that hurt into gas, kickin’ dust out the dirt Cornfield corners, scribblin’ my goals Spiral full of mud, dreams in my soul [Pre-Chorus] They said, “Girl, that’s a long shot, chill” I said, “Watch me aim past the hills.” If they say sit down, I stand taller If they say stay small, I dream larger [Chorus] Rust on my halo, I shine in decay Dirt road daydreams, still lighting my way Cheer for the sinner, I dance in the ash Good girl gone bad with a trunk full of trash Big talk, big hope, big schemes Turned a small-town heart to a big-screen dream From the back of the bus to the front-row seats Ain’t a fence in this world gonna fence my speed [Verse 2] Country lane, but the sign’s shot through Bullet holes blink like they’re lookin’ at you Grill full of bugs, heart full of spite Chrome on my fears in the dead of night Paper-plate dinner, steam from the pot Countin’ little change like it’s all that I got But my voice got value, my mind got range I took this little life and made a whole lane change Cousin on the rail, beatboxin’ the night I was spittin’ my truth underneath moonlight They laughed at my drawl, now they copy my slang Funny how the same old sound turns gold when it bangs [Bridge — Low / Whispered] I ain’t your angel, I’m the stain on the wing Say my name in the dark, hear the porch light sing I kiss that cross, then I wave goodbye From one stoplight to skyline lights [Final Chorus] Rust on my halo, I glow in the grime Dirt road daydreams, now the whole world is mine Hands in the air when the good things die I came from the dirt and I’m reaching the sky Big talk, big hope, big dreams From a small-town heart to the front-row scene Ridin’ on faith with a full tank, please I ain’t slowin’ down for a thing — oh yeah! [Outro — Whispered] Cheer for the ruin… clap for the fall… Rust on my halo… I outgrew it all.
