Bury Me On A Backroad (Cover) by Draven Lumen

I might never make it back home
(back home…)
So if I drop, draped in all of my gold
(yeah…)
Bury me on a back road
In a flyover state, no name on the stone
(no name…)
Don’t want no tears, no choir, no shame
(no shame…)
Don’t let my bloodline carry that pain
(pain…)
Just bury me on a back road
(back road…)
In a flyover state, no name on the stone
(no name… no name…)

I been cut, I been crossed, I been left in the cold
(cold…)
But I never bent, never sold my soul
(never…)
Had kin look me dead in the face
(face…)
Say they love me, then lie like it’s grace
(lies…)
Truth hurts, but I wear it like steel
(steel…)
Carried that weight till my spine couldn’t feel
(weight…)
Karma don’t knock, it kicks in the door
(kick it…)
I’ll be smilin’ with blood on the floor
(smile…)
Tell my babies I bled for their peace
(peace…)
Every wrong turn was a prayer on repeat
(repeat…)
Let ‘em eat what I earned, take the last of my plate
(take it…)
I just hope I ain’t too late
(too late…)
Let the world spit dirt on my name
(name…)
I was never scared of the flame
(flame…)
Bury me deep in a flyover state
(state…)
And etch my ghost in the grain
(grain…)

If I vanish in the dust, let the wind write my name
(name…)
On a rusted sign where the corn meets the flame
(flame…)
I ain’t runnin’ from nothin’, I just ride with the rain
(rain…)
And if I don’t come back, let the silence explain
(shh…)
Let the echoes scream loud in the fields where I bled
(scream…)
Where the ghosts of my past still howl in my head
(ghosts…)
No stone, no fame—just a soul unfed
(unfed…)
In a flyover state where the misfits tread
(tread…)

(No name on the stone…)
(no name…)
(No name on the stone…)
(remember me…)
(Let the wind remember me…)

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might never make it back home (back home…) So if I drop, draped in all of my gold (yeah…) Bury me on a back road In a flyover state, no name on the stone (no name…) Don’t want no tears, no choir, no shame (no shame…) Don’t let my bloodline carry that pain (pain…) Just bury me on a back road (back road…) In a flyover state, no name on the stone Yeah, bury me where the blacktop ends (ends…) I been chasing ghosts, dodging old dead friends (ghosts…) Came up from static and splinters and sin (rise…) Now I ride with the wind and a bottle of revenge (revenge…) This ain’t just for me—my town’s in the trunk (let’s go…) They prayed I’d crash, but I lit that thing up (boom…) Took shots, broke glass, now I’m dunkin’ on fate (fate…) With a mic in my hand and a heart full of rage (rage…) Got scars I don’t show, got names I don’t speak (low…) Got nights I ain’t die, but I damn sure leaked (leaked…) If the stars don’t shine, I’ll burn my own sky Let the bridges blaze when I ride or I die (blaze…) No name, no stone—just a chain and a flame (chain…) Pour one out when they whisper my name (name… name…) I might never make it back home (back home…) So if I drop, draped in all of my gold (yeah…) Bury me on a back road In a flyover state, no name on the stone (no name…) Don’t want no tears, no choir, no shame (no shame…) Don’t let my bloodline carry that pain (pain…) Just bury me on a back road (back road…) In a flyover state, no name on the stone (no name… no name…) I been cut, I been crossed, I been left in the cold (cold…) But I never bent, never sold my soul (never…) Had kin look me dead in the face (face…) Say they love me, then lie like it’s grace (lies…) Truth hurts, but I wear it like steel (steel…) Carried that weight till my spine couldn’t feel (weight…) Karma don’t knock, it kicks in the door (kick it…) I’ll be smilin’ with blood on the floor (smile…) Tell my babies I bled for their peace (peace…) Every wrong turn was a prayer on repeat (repeat…) Let ‘em eat what I earned, take the last of my plate (take it…) I just hope I ain’t too late (too late…) Let the world spit dirt on my name (name…) I was never scared of the flame (flame…) Bury me deep in a flyover state (state…) And etch my ghost in the grain (grain…) If I vanish in the dust, let the wind write my name (name…) On a rusted sign where the corn meets the flame (flame…) I ain’t runnin’ from nothin’, I just ride with the rain (rain…) And if I don’t come back, let the silence explain (shh…) Let the echoes scream loud in the fields where I bled (scream…) Where the ghosts of my past still howl in my head (ghosts…) No stone, no fame—just a soul unfed (unfed…) In a flyover state where the misfits tread (tread…) I might never make it back home (back home…) So if I drop, draped in all of my gold (yeah…) Bury me on a back road In a flyover state, no name on the stone (no name…) Don’t want no tears, no choir, no shame (no shame…) Don’t let my bloodline carry that pain (pain…) Just bury me on a back road (back road…) In a flyover state, no name on the stone (no name… no name…) (No name on the stone…) (no name…) (No name on the stone…) (remember me…) (Let the wind remember me…)

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