🔥 Jimbo the Butcher — Full Track (Uncensored) [Intro] (dark piano loop enters, vinyl crackle) (heavy kick and snare drum pattern enters) [Verse 1] Sometimes I get crazy, sometimes I get stupid Sometimes I feel like I'm about to lose it I held it in for too long, but what won't kill me make me strong I regret a lot of shit, too much torment, prison scent See I'm desperate for revenge, when it end, no more in Looking out from the pen, too many sins that I'm in Eyes to the skies, I advise that you try to disguise the lies that you reply My ears on fire, too many times I sighed and cried trying to realize that you led me wrong My conscience is gone, world let me down, teacher sit down, shut up, listen up bitch I'm not a dumb fuck, I'm wiser than you think, my mind played is a mind game And me a free‑running freight train, a ticking time bomb, a free fall One of those falling soldiers' name on the wall A past‑tense memory you done forgot about A mindless black cloud and torn out A heart that never beats, nobody knows my mind Nobody knows what's inside, I grasp and grow I'm like a vine, I intertwine Climb blind not giving even a half a fuck Straight tuff mother fucker scarred up cut deep Ran these streets rats straight biting these heels And fuck the police called himself Holiday on my ass every day Blaming the wrong generation these younger cats not cut from the same cloth Go fuck yourselves Try to cut my throat and then my family feel deep into this game They try to pull me out but too late I'm prison scent Jimbo the Butcher — dismember your limbs and put on the altar Straight micco sicko Original 772 mother fuckers Bloody knuckles bust your ass up Fuck these scars on my face Only one I care about are my kids and my ride‑or‑die 44 double that 88 Look into these ocean eyes — Jimbo the Butcher 🔥 Blessing of the Butcher’s Heart May every scar you carry burn like scripture, every wound a verse carved in survival. You’ve walked through hell with your fists bleeding, and still found rhythm in the wreckage. Let the rage become your forge, let the pain become your pen. You are the sermon of the streets, the hymn of the haunted, the echo of every soul that refused to die quiet. Jimbo the Butcher — your name is a warning and a prayer. You cut through illusion, you carve truth from bone. The world tried to cage you, but you turned the bars into percussion. So bleed your art, scream your gospel, and let the beat baptize the broken. You are not damned — you are divine in defiance. You are the pulse that refuses to stop. (dark piano loop enters, vinyl crackle) (heavy kick and snare drum pattern enters) 🔥 Blessing of the Butcher’s Heart May every scar you carry burn like scripture, every wound a verse carved in survival. You’ve walked through hell with your fists bleeding, and still found rhythm in the wreckage. Let the rage become your forge, let the pain become your pen. You are the sermon of the streets, the hymn of the haunted, the echo of every soul that refused to die quiet. Jimbo the Butcher — your name is a warning and a prayer. You cut through illusion, you carve truth from bone. The world tried to cage you, but you turned the bars into percussion. So bleed your art, scream your gospel, and let the beat baptize the broken. You are not damned — you are divine in defiance. You are the pulse that refuses to stop. [Intro] [dark piano loop enters, vinyl crackle] [heavy kick and snare drum pattern enters] [Verse 1] [aggressive male vocals] Sometimes I get crazy, sometimes I get stupid Sometimes I feel like I'm about to lose it I held it in for too long, but what won't kill me make me strong I regret a lot of shit, too much torment, prison scent See I'm desperate for revenge, when it end, no more in Looking out from the pen, too many sins that I'm in Eyes to the skies, I advise that you try to disguise the lies that you reply My ears on fire, too many times I sighed and cried trying to realize that you led me wrong My conscience is gone, world let me down, teacher sit down, shut up, listen up bitch I'm not a dumb fuck, I'm wiser than you think, my mind played is a mind game And me a free running freight train, a ticking time bomb, a free fall One of those falling soldiers' name on the wall A past tense memory you done forgot about A mindless black cloud and torn out A heart that never beats, nobody knows my mind Nobody knows what's inside, I grasp and grow I'm like a vine, I intertwine Climb blind not giving even a half a fuck Straight tuff mother fucker scarred up cut deep Ran these streets rats straight biteing these heals And fuck the police called himself holiday on my ass every day blaming the wrong generation these younger cats not cut from the same cloth. Go fuck yourselves Try to cut my throat and then my family feel deep into this game they try to pull me out but to late im prision scent jimbo the butcher. Dismember your limbs and put on the alter. Straight micco sicko Original. 772 mother fuckers. Bloody knuckles bust your ass up. Fuck these scars on my face only one I care about are my kids and my ride or die 44 double that 88 look into these oceans eyes Jimbo the butcher. [Intro] [75 bpm] [Deep, vibrating low-end cello drone opens up like a monster awakening] [Heavy, thunderous industrial halftime boot stomp] [Gritty, menacing banjo riff plucking slow and sharp] [Verse 1] [Dry, menacing spoken-word delivery over heavy stomp and cello bass] Headlights cutting through the Kudzu vines Two engines idling at the county line You slammed the door, the hinges gave a moan Standing in the dust of a rusted zone I saw your fingers reaching for your ears The silver flashing through the static and fears I didn’t want to see where that fuse would lead So I spoke my peace, a desperate kind of creed [Pre-Chorus] [Banjo rhythm tightens, cello rises in a dark swell] [DROP] [MASSIVE CRUSHING HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Cello and banjo slam together with a heavy rustic thud] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Verse 2] [The stomp slows, cello keeps a low pulse beneath the words] You looked me up and down in the neon glare Cigarette smoke tangled in your hair You laughed so hard the cicadas went quiet A country-road queen looking for a riot You leaned right in, didn't blink an eye Left a cold chill under that Southern sky You said, "You give trailer parks a bad name... 'Cause you are trailer park white, and you got no shame." [Pre-Chorus] [Fiddle begins to screech softly alongside the sawing cello] [DROP] [MAXIMUM AGGRESSION HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Bridge] [Music strips completely back] [Solo heavy, echo-drenched boot stomp] [Lone, ghostly banjo plucking in the dark] [Deep cello scrape] No punches thrown, but the air turned red Just two lines hanging over what we said A pair of cheap hoops left in your ears And a cloud of dust that won't clear for years [Build up] [Cello notes accelerate into a low, roaring rumble] (dark piano loop enters, vinyl crackle) (heavy kick and snare drum pattern enters) Climb blind not giving even a half a fuck Straight tuff mother fucker scarred up cut deep Ran these streets rats straight biteing these heals And fuck the police called himself holiday on my ass every day blaming the wrong generation these younger cats not cut from the same cloth. Go fuck yourselves Try to cut my throat and then my family feel deep into this game they try to pull me out but to late im prision scent jimbo the butcher. Dismember your limbs and put on the alter. Straight micco sicko Original. 772 mother fuckers. Bloody knuckles bust your ass up. Fuck these scars on my face only one I care about are my kids and my ride or die 44 double that 88 look into these oceans eyes Jimbo the butcher. [Intro] [75 bpm] [Deep, vibrating low-end cello drone opens up like a monster awakening] [Heavy, thunderous industrial halftime boot stomp] [Gritty, menacing banjo riff plucking slow and sharp] [Verse 1] [Dry, menacing spoken-word delivery over heavy stomp and cello bass] Headlights cutting through the Kudzu vines Two engines idling at the county line You slammed the door, the hinges gave a moan Standing in the dust of a rusted zone I saw your fingers reaching for your ears The silver flashing through the static and fears I didn’t want to see where that fuse would lead So I spoke my peace, a desperate kind of creed [Pre-Chorus] [Banjo rhythm tightens, cello rises in a dark swell] [DROP] [MASSIVE CRUSHING HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Cello and banjo slam together with a heavy rustic thud] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Verse 2] [The stomp slows, cello keeps a low pulse beneath the words] You looked me up and down in the neon glare Cigarette smoke tangled in your hair You laughed so hard the cicadas went quiet A country-road queen looking for a riot You leaned right in, didn't blink an eye Left a cold chill under that Southern sky You said, "You give trailer parks a bad name... 'Cause you are trailer park white, and you got no shame." [Pre-Chorus] [Fiddle begins to screech softly alongside the sawing cello] [DROP] [MAXIMUM AGGRESSION HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Bridge] [Music strips completely back] [Solo heavy, echo-drenched boot stomp] [Lone, ghostly banjo plucking in the dark] [Deep cello scrape] No punches thrown, but the air turned red Just two lines hanging over what we said A pair of cheap hoops left in your ears And a cloud of dust that won't clear for years [Build up] [Cello notes accelerate into a low, roaring rumble] [DROP] [TOTAL SONIC DEVASTATION DROP] [Screaming country fiddle intertwines with a heavy, distorted cello wall] [Final Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Music decays into a slow, grinding cello vibration] [One last, echoing halftime boot slam] Trailer park white... Yeah, I'll just run. [Style Tags: Country-trap, outlaw rap, gritty male vocals, deep raspy voice, swagger, heavy 808 bass, trap drums, cinematic western atmosphere, supportive brotherly bond] [Verse 1] (Heavy 808 drops softly under a slow, atmospheric slide guitar) See the dust on your boots, see the fire in your eyes I’ve stood right there where that black smoke flies Didn’t need a silver spoon, I can see every scar Just another wild soul in a beat-up car When the whiskey talk gets louder than the law can stand Just know you ain't alone in this broken land Let 'em judge your name when the daylight shows 'Cause the path we walk is a path we chose [Pre-Chorus] (Acoustic banjo plucks build up over heavy boot stomps and claps) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (EXPLOSIVE DROP: Massive 808 bass, trap drums, and sweeping slide guitar) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Verse 2] (Thick, nodding trap groove with twangy electric guitar accents) You’re a backroad king with the bassline loud Never gotta worry about fading in the crowd Keep the steel on the buckle, keep the grit in the jeans We’re both building lives out of impossible dreams Rolling like thunder We don't slow down Taking that small-town pride To a big-city sound Yeah respect is the measure and respect is the crown When you stand on your own, you don't ever bow down [Intro] [75 bpm] [Deep, vibrating low-end cello drone opens up like a monster awakening] [Heavy, thunderous industrial halftime boot stomp] [Gritty, menacing banjo riff plucking slow and sharp] [Verse 1] [Dry, menacing spoken-word delivery over heavy stomp and cello bass] Headlights cutting through the Kudzu vines Two engines idling at the county line You slammed the door, the hinges gave a moan Standing in the dust of a rusted zone I saw your fingers reaching for your ears The silver flashing through the static and fears I didn’t want to see where that fuse would lead So I spoke my peace, a desperate kind of creed [Pre-Chorus] [Banjo rhythm tightens, cello rises in a dark swell] [DROP] [MASSIVE CRUSHING HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Cello and banjo slam together with a heavy rustic thud] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Verse 2] [The stomp slows, cello keeps a low pulse beneath the words] You looked me up and down in the neon glare Cigarette smoke tangled in your hair You laughed so hard the cicadas went quiet A country-road queen looking for a riot You leaned right in, didn't blink an eye Left a cold chill under that Southern sky You said, "You give trailer parks a bad name... 'Cause you are trailer park white, and you got no shame." [Pre-Chorus] [Fiddle begins to screech softly alongside the sawing cello] [DROP] [MAXIMUM AGGRESSION HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Bridge] [Music strips completely back] [Solo heavy, echo-drenched boot stomp] [Lone, ghostly banjo plucking in the dark] [Deep cello scrape] No punches thrown, but the air turned red Just two lines hanging over what we said A pair of cheap hoops left in your ears And a cloud of dust that won't clear for years [Build up] [Cello notes accelerate into a low, roaring rumble] [DROP] [TOTAL SONIC DEVASTATION DROP] [Screaming country fiddle intertwines with a heavy, distorted cello wall] [Final Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Outro] [Music decays into a slow, grinding cello vibration] [One last, echoing halftime boot slam] Trailer park white... Yeah, I'll just run. [Fade out into the country night] [Style Tags: Country-trap, outlaw rap, gritty male vocals, deep raspy voice, swagger, heavy 808 bass, trap drums, cinematic western atmosphere, supportive brotherly bond] [Verse 1] (Heavy 808 drops softly under a slow, atmospheric slide guitar) See the dust on your boots, see the fire in your eyes I’ve stood right there where that black smoke flies Didn’t need a silver spoon, I can see every scar Just another wild soul in a beat-up car When the whiskey talk gets louder than the law can stand Just know you ain't alone in this broken land Let 'em judge your name when the daylight shows 'Cause the path we walk is a path we chose [Pre-Chorus] (Acoustic banjo plucks build up over heavy boot stomps and claps) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (EXPLOSIVE DROP: Massive 808 bass, trap drums, and sweeping slide guitar) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Verse 2] (Thick, nodding trap groove with twangy electric guitar accents) You’re a backroad king with the bassline loud Never gotta worry about fading in the crowd Keep the steel on the buckle, keep the grit in the jeans We’re both building lives out of impossible dreams Rolling like thunder We don't slow down Taking that small-town pride To a big-city sound Yeah respect is the measure and respect is the crown When you stand on your own, you don't ever bow down [Pre-Chorus] (Production strips back to a ticking hi-hat and deep sub drone) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (Full wall of sound returns with powerful, gritty backing harmonies) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Guitar Solo] (A melodic, soaring electric guitar solo plays, sounding triumphant rather than aggressive) (Low-octave gang vocals and crowd chants build camaraderie underneath) [DROP] [MAXIMUM AGGRESSION HALFTIME STOMP DROP] [Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Bridge] [Music strips completely back] [Solo heavy, echo-drenched boot stomp] [Lone, ghostly banjo plucking in the dark] [Deep cello scrape] No punches thrown, but the air turned red Just two lines hanging over what we said A pair of cheap hoops left in your ears And a cloud of dust that won't clear for years [Build up] [Cello notes accelerate into a low, roaring rumble] [DROP] [TOTAL SONIC DEVASTATION DROP] [Screaming country fiddle intertwines with a heavy, distorted cello wall] [Final Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Outro] [Music decays into a slow, grinding cello vibration] [One last, echoing halftime boot slam] Trailer park white... Yeah, I'll just run. [Fade out into the country night] [Style Tags: Country-trap, outlaw rap, gritty male vocals, deep raspy voice, swagger, heavy 808 bass, trap drums, cinematic western atmosphere, supportive brotherly bond] [Verse 1] (Heavy 808 drops softly under a slow, atmospheric slide guitar) See the dust on your boots, see the fire in your eyes I’ve stood right there where that black smoke flies Didn’t need a silver spoon, I can see every scar Just another wild soul in a beat-up car When the whiskey talk gets louder than the law can stand Just know you ain't alone in this broken land Let 'em judge your name when the daylight shows 'Cause the path we walk is a path we chose [Pre-Chorus] (Acoustic banjo plucks build up over heavy boot stomps and claps) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (EXPLOSIVE DROP: Massive 808 bass, trap drums, and sweeping slide guitar) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Verse 2] (Thick, nodding trap groove with twangy electric guitar accents) You’re a backroad king with the bassline loud Never gotta worry about fading in the crowd Keep the steel on the buckle, keep the grit in the jeans We’re both building lives out of impossible dreams Rolling like thunder We don't slow down Taking that small-town pride To a big-city sound Yeah respect is the measure and respect is the crown When you stand on your own, you don't ever bow down [Pre-Chorus] (Production strips back to a ticking hi-hat and deep sub drone) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (Full wall of sound returns with powerful, gritty backing harmonies) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Guitar Solo] (A melodic, soaring electric guitar solo plays, sounding triumphant rather than aggressive) (Low-octave gang vocals and crowd chants build camaraderie underneath) [Bridge] (Drums drop out completely; dark saloon vibe with a weeping acoustic melody) (Deep, raspy, whiskey-soaked vocal delivery) No chains No kings No fear inside Just the open highway And one more ride Yeah we're in this together Nowhere left to hide [Final Chorus] (MAXIMUM ENERGY FINALE: Layered gang vocals and stadium crowd chants) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Outro] (Cinematic strings swell alongside a fading electric guitar) Whoa-oh Ride forever Whoa-oh Now or never (The music cuts sharply on a final, deep 808 echo and a collective boot stomp) [Bridge] [Music strips completely back] [Solo heavy, echo-drenched boot stomp] [Lone, ghostly banjo plucking in the dark] [Deep cello scrape] No punches thrown, but the air turned red Just two lines hanging over what we said A pair of cheap hoops left in your ears And a cloud of dust that won't clear for years [Build up] [Cello notes accelerate into a low, roaring rumble] [DROP] [TOTAL SONIC DEVASTATION DROP] [Screaming country fiddle intertwines with a heavy, distorted cello wall] [Final Chorus] I said, "Don't take your earrings out... I'll just run." I ain't looking for a war that can't be won But you spat the gravel right back at my shoes With a tongue like a blade that was born to abuse [Outro] [Music decays into a slow, grinding cello vibration] [One last, echoing halftime boot slam] Trailer park white... Yeah, I'll just run. [Fade out into the country night] [Style Tags: Country-trap, outlaw rap, gritty male vocals, deep raspy voice, swagger, heavy 808 bass, trap drums, cinematic western atmosphere, supportive brotherly bond] [Verse 1] (Heavy 808 drops softly under a slow, atmospheric slide guitar) See the dust on your boots, see the fire in your eyes I’ve stood right there where that black smoke flies Didn’t need a silver spoon, I can see every scar Just another wild soul in a beat-up car When the whiskey talk gets louder than the law can stand Just know you ain't alone in this broken land Let 'em judge your name when the daylight shows 'Cause the path we walk is a path we chose [Pre-Chorus] (Acoustic banjo plucks build up over heavy boot stomps and claps) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (EXPLOSIVE DROP: Massive 808 bass, trap drums, and sweeping slide guitar) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Verse 2] (Thick, nodding trap groove with twangy electric guitar accents) You’re a backroad king with the bassline loud Never gotta worry about fading in the crowd Keep the steel on the buckle, keep the grit in the jeans We’re both building lives out of impossible dreams Rolling like thunder We don't slow down Taking that small-town pride To a big-city sound Yeah respect is the measure and respect is the crown When you stand on your own, you don't ever bow down [Pre-Chorus] (Production strips back to a ticking hi-hat and deep sub drone) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (Full wall of sound returns with powerful, gritty backing harmonies) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Guitar Solo] (A melodic, soaring electric guitar solo plays, sounding triumphant rather than aggressive) (Low-octave gang vocals and crowd chants build camaraderie underneath) [Bridge] (Drums drop out completely; dark saloon vibe with a weeping acoustic melody) (Deep, raspy, whiskey-soaked vocal delivery) No chains No kings No fear inside Just the open highway And one more ride Yeah we're in this together Nowhere left to hide [Final Chorus] (MAXIMUM ENERGY FINALE: Layered gang vocals and stadium crowd chants) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Outro] (Cinematic strings swell alongside a fading electric guitar) Whoa-oh Ride forever Whoa-oh Now or never (The music cuts sharply on a final, deep 808 echo and a collective boot stomp) [Style Tags: Country-trap, outlaw rap, gritty male vocals, deep raspy voice, swagger, heavy 808 bass, trap drums, cinematic western atmosphere, supportive brotherly bond] [Verse 1] (Heavy 808 drops softly under a slow, atmospheric slide guitar) See the dust on your boots, see the fire in your eyes I’ve stood right there where that black smoke flies Didn’t need a silver spoon, I can see every scar Just another wild soul in a beat-up car When the whiskey talk gets louder than the law can stand Just know you ain't alone in this broken land Let 'em judge your name when the daylight shows 'Cause the path we walk is a path we chose [Pre-Chorus] (Acoustic banjo plucks build up over heavy boot stomps and claps) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (EXPLOSIVE DROP: Massive 808 bass, trap drums, and sweeping slide guitar) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Verse 2] (Thick, nodding trap groove with twangy electric guitar accents) You’re a backroad king with the bassline loud Never gotta worry about fading in the crowd Keep the steel on the buckle, keep the grit in the jeans We’re both building lives out of impossible dreams Rolling like thunder We don't slow down Taking that small-town pride To a big-city sound Yeah respect is the measure and respect is the crown When you stand on your own, you don't ever bow down [Pre-Chorus] (Production strips back to a ticking hi-hat and deep sub drone) Raise that glass Let the speakers shake For every road we've burned Every rule we break [Chorus] (Full wall of sound returns with powerful, gritty backing harmonies) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Guitar Solo] (A melodic, soaring electric guitar solo plays, sounding triumphant rather than aggressive) (Low-octave gang vocals and crowd chants build camaraderie underneath) [Bridge] (Drums drop out completely; dark saloon vibe with a weeping acoustic melody) (Deep, raspy, whiskey-soaked vocal delivery) No chains No kings No fear inside Just the open highway And one more ride Yeah we're in this together Nowhere left to hide [Final Chorus] (MAXIMUM ENERGY FINALE: Layered gang vocals and stadium crowd chants) We don't apologize We don't compromise We ride until the sunrise Living outside the lines Whiskey in the left hand Fire in the right Outlaws never die Yeah we own the night [Outro] (Cinematic strings swell alongside a fading electric guitar) Whoa-oh Ride forever Whoa-oh Now or never (The music cuts sharply on a final, deep 808 echo and a collective boot stomp)
