Backroads In My Body

rap, Hybrid country-trap beat with crunchy rock guitars, swung hi-hats, and thick 808-style low end, Female vocals on the hook—soulful, smokey R&B tone—stacked harmonies in the chorus, Verses trade between two female rappers: one laid-back Southern drawl, one sharp, percussive flow with classic boom-bap pockets, Occasional distorted guitar stabs in the hook, subtle organ pads under the bridge, Energy grows from intimate first verse to big, shout-along final chorus, rock, female vocals, r&b, country

V4.5-ALL

[Intro]
(Yeah)
Tailgate throne, I crown me
Red dirt saint in ripped blue jeans
Lip gloss shine, tattoos peekin'
Ain't askin' for a single thing

[Chorus]
I got backroads in my body, I ride for me
Little trap in my heartbeat, I slide for me
Country girl, city mouth, talk wild, free
(I’ma love this bitch I am)
From my curls to the scars that they tried to keep
From my soft slow wine to the side-eye mean
Ain’t lookin’ for a hero, that hero’s me
(I’ma love this bitch I am, yeah yeah)

[Verse 1]
Singer:
Mirror on the wall in my mama’s hall
Used to pick myself apart ‘til I felt too small
Now I sway to my own damn echo
Stretch marks lookin’ like gold in the shadow

Boots on the dash, I’m a slow-burn flame
Cherry cola lip on my last name
If you stay or leave, that’s your lane
I’m still that girl, I don’t chase, I claim

[Verse 2]
Rapper:
I’m the thick lil’ problem they warned you ‘bout
Got a tongue like a whip, I don’t wash it out
On my knees? Only when I pray for checks
Then I bend this world ‘til it breaks on deck

Got thighs like thunder, they clap on cue
He want a taste, gotta love me too
I’m talkin’ “phone off, cash up, peace”
You can’t touch what you don’t release

Dirty mind, clean credit, that’s grown
I moan my own name when I’m all alone (mm)
Self-love playlist, hand on hip
Talk slick to the mirror like, “Throw that shit”

[Bridge]
Singer:
Ooh, every freckle, every roll
Every story on my skin that they don’t know
I kiss my shoulder, bless my soul
(you can watch me, but you don’t control)

Rapper:
Yeah, I got flaws that I flex like rings
Turn my shame to a stage, hear the crowd all sing
If you ain’t feelin’ you, how you feelin’ them?
First rule of the game—pick you again

[Outro]
Singer:
I’m the one I call when it’s gettin’ rough
Rapper: I’m the freak, I’m the feast, I’m the tender touch
Together:
Front seat, front row to my own damn show
(I’ma love this bitch I am, watch me glow)

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[Intro] (Yeah) Tailgate throne, I crown me Red dirt saint in ripped blue jeans Lip gloss shine, tattoos peekin' Ain't askin' for a single thing [Chorus] I got backroads in my body, I ride for me Little trap in my heartbeat, I slide for me Country girl, city mouth, talk wild, free (I’ma love this bitch I am) From my curls to the scars that they tried to keep From my soft slow wine to the side-eye mean Ain’t lookin’ for a hero, that hero’s me (I’ma love this bitch I am, yeah yeah) [Verse 1] Singer: Mirror on the wall in my mama’s hall Used to pick myself apart ‘til I felt too small Now I sway to my own damn echo Stretch marks lookin’ like gold in the shadow Boots on the dash, I’m a slow-burn flame Cherry cola lip on my last name If you stay or leave, that’s your lane I’m still that girl, I don’t chase, I claim [Chorus] I got backroads in my body, I ride for me Little trap in my heartbeat, I slide for me Country girl, city mouth, talk wild, free (I’ma love this bitch I am) From my curls to the scars that they tried to keep From my soft slow wine to the side-eye mean Ain’t lookin’ for a hero, that hero’s me (I’ma love this bitch I am, yeah yeah) [Verse 2] Rapper: I’m the thick lil’ problem they warned you ‘bout Got a tongue like a whip, I don’t wash it out On my knees? Only when I pray for checks Then I bend this world ‘til it breaks on deck Got thighs like thunder, they clap on cue He want a taste, gotta love me too I’m talkin’ “phone off, cash up, peace” You can’t touch what you don’t release Dirty mind, clean credit, that’s grown I moan my own name when I’m all alone (mm) Self-love playlist, hand on hip Talk slick to the mirror like, “Throw that shit” [Bridge] Singer: Ooh, every freckle, every roll Every story on my skin that they don’t know I kiss my shoulder, bless my soul (you can watch me, but you don’t control) Rapper: Yeah, I got flaws that I flex like rings Turn my shame to a stage, hear the crowd all sing If you ain’t feelin’ you, how you feelin’ them? First rule of the game—pick you again [Chorus] I got backroads in my body, I ride for me Little trap in my heartbeat, I slide for me Country girl, city mouth, talk wild, free (I’ma love this bitch I am) From my curls to the scars that they tried to keep From my soft slow wine to the side-eye mean Ain’t lookin’ for a hero, that hero’s me (I’ma love this bitch I am, yeah yeah) [Outro] Singer: I’m the one I call when it’s gettin’ rough Rapper: I’m the freak, I’m the feast, I’m the tender touch Together: Front seat, front row to my own damn show (I’ma love this bitch I am, watch me glow)

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