[Intro] Yeah… Country trap blues. This for them boys with mud on the floorboard and pain in the cup holder. [Verse 1] Pickup truck shaking from the 808 pressure, half tank gas, whole life extra. I got blues in my blood, trap dust in my shoes, country road taught me how to win and how to lose. Old guitar crying like it know my damn charges, piano keys dark like them nights in apartments. Hoodie full of smoke, soul full of thunder, I survived seasons that was made to take me under. I remember selling hope in a bag to the hopeless, smiling at the world while inside I was broken. Dirty cash came fast, but peace came slow, had a plug in my phone and a hole in my soul. Women said they loved me, but I wasn’t even there, body in the room, mind running from a prayer. Ain’t shit funny when the money disappear, and the only thing left is the face in the mirror. [Hook] I got country trap blues in my chest, deep 808s beating holes through my vest. I been running from pain, I been ducking my truth, I got blood on my past and mud on my boots. Country trap blues, let the harmonica cry, pour a little pain in the midnight sky. I ain’t proud of the road, but I paid all my dues, singing country trap blues. [Verse 2] We was young and reckless, no plan, just pride, thinking being heartless meant staying alive. Robbery stories turn quiet when the victim got a name, and the jokes turn cold when the guilt bring rain. I done seen boys brag till the courthouse called, then the same tough voice sound scared through the wall. That’s why I rap like a wound, not a trophy, every line got blood from the shit that broke me. I want land, I want peace, I want kids safe sleeping, not another mama in the front row weeping. I want clean money stacked where the dirty used to be, want a table full of food and my people all free. But the old life whisper when the rent come due, like, “You know what to do, boy, you know what to do.” I say, “Hell nah,” then I grip my chest, because growth feel like war when you grew from mess. [Bridge – female harmonies] Ooooh, let it cry, let it cry, all this pain in the night sky. Ooooh, don’t you die, don’t you die, keep your soul, young man, stay alive. [Final Hook] I got country trap blues in my chest, deep 808s beating holes through my vest. I been running from pain, I been ducking my truth, I got blood on my past and mud on my boots. Country trap blues, let the harmonica cry, pour a little pain in the midnight sky. I ain’t proud of the road, but I paid all my dues, singing country trap blues. [Outro] Yeah… Harmonica crying like mama. Bass hitting like karma. Country trap blues.
