Bootleg Soul by PhxGhxst7887

[Verse 1]
I been running with the daylight fading on my back,
Salt on my skin, still I stay on track.
Town says slow down, I don’t hear that sound,
I move like smoke when the law comes around.
Pocket full of dreams, not a dollar in sight,
But my shadow stays tall in the neon light.
I don’t beg for a crown or a seat at the table,
I carve my name where they said it wasn’t able.
[Pre-Hook]
Radio static, the truth cuts clean,
I don’t live polished, I live unseen.
Every mile marker whispering my name,
I don’t chase fortune, I outrun chains.
[Hook]
I’m a bootleg soul with a heart untamed,
No stamp on my passport, no rules in my veins.
If the road goes crooked, I still roll straight,
I don’t ask tomorrow for a better fate.
Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, stitched from fire and sand,
Built my own rhythm, never followed a plan.
[Verse 2]
Mama said the world don’t love the wild ones,
But the wild ones dance when the night comes.
I don’t fold maps, I just feel the wind,
Let the tires hum like an old refrain.
They sell fear cheap, try to call it law,
But I learned freedom from a broken jaw.
I ain’t clean cut, I ain’t picture-perfect,
But my word holds weight and my hands stay honest.
[Pre-Hook]
Sun going down like a match in rain,
Still I smile through the burn and the pain.
If they box me in, I slip right through,
I was born too loose to live like you.
[Hook]
I’m a bootleg soul with a heart untamed,
No stamp on my passport, no rules in my veins.
If the road goes crooked, I still roll straight,
I don’t ask tomorrow for a better fate.
Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, stitched from fire and sand,
Built my own rhythm, never followed a plan.
[Bridge]
I don’t need permission to breathe or roam,
Every cracked highway feels like home.
Let the suits keep count, let the clocks keep time,
I measure life in moments that shine.
[Break | Half-time sway]
Ooooh… I don’t fit your mold
Ooooh… I don’t do what I’m told
[Final Hook]
I’m a bootleg soul, yeah I ride that flame,
Still standing tall when they play the blame.
If the walls get close, I evaporate,
I don’t fear the fall, I negotiate.
Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, free by design,
Living outlaw calm in a restless time.
[Outro]
When the dust settles and the night grows cold,
You’ll still hear my song in the stories told.

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[Verse 1] I been running with the daylight fading on my back, Salt on my skin, still I stay on track. Town says slow down, I don’t hear that sound, I move like smoke when the law comes around. Pocket full of dreams, not a dollar in sight, But my shadow stays tall in the neon light. I don’t beg for a crown or a seat at the table, I carve my name where they said it wasn’t able. [Pre-Hook] Radio static, the truth cuts clean, I don’t live polished, I live unseen. Every mile marker whispering my name, I don’t chase fortune, I outrun chains. [Hook] I’m a bootleg soul with a heart untamed, No stamp on my passport, no rules in my veins. If the road goes crooked, I still roll straight, I don’t ask tomorrow for a better fate. Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, stitched from fire and sand, Built my own rhythm, never followed a plan. [Verse 2] Mama said the world don’t love the wild ones, But the wild ones dance when the night comes. I don’t fold maps, I just feel the wind, Let the tires hum like an old refrain. They sell fear cheap, try to call it law, But I learned freedom from a broken jaw. I ain’t clean cut, I ain’t picture-perfect, But my word holds weight and my hands stay honest. [Pre-Hook] Sun going down like a match in rain, Still I smile through the burn and the pain. If they box me in, I slip right through, I was born too loose to live like you. [Hook] I’m a bootleg soul with a heart untamed, No stamp on my passport, no rules in my veins. If the road goes crooked, I still roll straight, I don’t ask tomorrow for a better fate. Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, stitched from fire and sand, Built my own rhythm, never followed a plan. [Bridge] I don’t need permission to breathe or roam, Every cracked highway feels like home. Let the suits keep count, let the clocks keep time, I measure life in moments that shine. [Break | Half-time sway] Ooooh… I don’t fit your mold Ooooh… I don’t do what I’m told [Final Hook] I’m a bootleg soul, yeah I ride that flame, Still standing tall when they play the blame. If the walls get close, I evaporate, I don’t fear the fall, I negotiate. Yeah, I’m a bootleg soul, free by design, Living outlaw calm in a restless time. [Outro] When the dust settles and the night grows cold, You’ll still hear my song in the stories told.

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