Room For My Rig

rap, Laid-back trunk-rattling hip-hop / R&B hybrid with male vocals, warm Rhodes keys, and a fat, swinging bassline, Verses ride a head-nod groove with tight drums and subtle guitar licks; hook opens up with airy vocal stacks and a simple, chantable top line, Occasional ad-libs and filtered drops keep it moving, ending with a smooth fade on the chorus vamp, r&b, hip-hop

[Verse 1] Long week White lines chew my name off the sign Clock bleedin' That last scale house still in my spine Roll in, diesel hum See a “Lot Full” sign, here we go again Circle twice, stress rise I just need a square I can fit this ten [Chorus] Give me room for my rig, let me breathe Forty tons of life I gotta leave Somewhere safe to kill these hours Just a corner of your concrete power Room for my rig, let me rest Metal heart still thumpin' in my chest If the freight gon' feed this town You gotta let these trucks sit down [Verse 2] Phone pingin' Dispatcher talkin' like I’m made of chrome Law sayin' "If you roll again, you ain't goin' home" I see reefers in the fire lane Day cabs sittin' sideways, front door champs Meanwhile we on the shoulder Prayin' cops don’t light up the lamps [Pre-Chorus] You want the milk cold, shelves never thin But you forget the hands that bring it in Can't stack freight high, turn the lights bright If this rig can’t park for the night [Chorus] [Bridge] Picture this, lines painted straight LED glow, big lot, open gate (yeah) Pull through, park brakes sigh Seat leans back, I finally close my eyes No guessin', no gamble, no prayin' for space Just a safe, clean spot where I can fade, no chase From the docks to the diner to your front porch stock It all starts right here in a truck stop lot [Chorus]

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