[Intro] Ain’t no love in the county… just names, rumors, and graves. [Verse 1] No love in the county when your pockets run dry, they’ll watch you starve then ask why you lie. Everybody kin till the pressure get applied, then the same “family” disappear outside. I learned trust got teeth, smiles got knives, and envy grow tall where the cornfields rise. Small town talk move faster than a bullet, truth get twisted every time somebody pull it. I was young, broke, heated, moving dumb in the dark, trying to make a name with a cracked-up heart. Boys said they loved me, but love had conditions, they wanted my loyalty more than my living. Every favor came chained, every deal came bent, every dollar I touched already had blood scent. No love in the county, just a cold-ass game, where they praise your fire then laugh at your flames. [Hook] Ain’t no love in the county, only mud and pain, deep 808s shaking through the windowpane. I been down, I been dirty, I been lost in the rain, trying to wash my soul but the scars still stain. Ain’t no love in the county, but I’m still here, with a blues guitar crying in my left ear. If I make it out alive, let them know my name, I turned no love into flame. [Verse 2] I seen girls love killers because softness felt risky, seen boys drink poison till the room got dizzy. Seen old heads preach then exploit the young, put a gun in his hand then say, “Don’t get hung.” That’s how cycles keep spinning like rims on blocks, every lesson half true, every door half locked. We inherit rage, then we call it tradition, inherit silence, then we call it religion. But I’m trying to break something without breaking me, trying to plant better roots in my family tree. Trying to be a man my younger self needed, not another loud fool getting praised while bleeding. I still talk rough because my edges got rust, still say “fuck y’all” when I’m struggling to trust. But under all that bark, I want peace real bad, want joy that don’t leave when the week been sad. [Bridge] No love don’t mean no hope, mud don’t mean don’t grow. Pain don’t mean stay low, fire don’t mean lose your soul. [Final Hook] Ain’t no love in the county, only mud and pain, deep 808s shaking through the windowpane. I been down, I been dirty, I been lost in the rain, trying to wash my soul but the scars still stain. Ain’t no love in the county, but I’m still here, with a blues guitar crying in my left ear. If I make it out alive, let them know my name, I turned no love into flame. [Outro] County raised me rough. But it ain’t gon’ bury my heart.
