[Intro — low spoken, gritty acoustic] Yeah... Been biting my tongue long enough. [Verse 1 — laid-back outlaw country rap] Gravel in my voice, got miles on my boots, Bad decisions, hard lessons, nothing left to prove. They said, “Boy, stay down, keep your head in line,” I told 'em where to put it, this life is mine. Spent too many nights playing nice for a seat, Shaking dirty hands just to keep food to eat. Got a short fuse, long road, dust on my name, I never asked permission, never played their game. I ain't looking for trouble, but I won't walk away, You can keep your rules... I don't live that way. [Chorus — huge country vocal] I ain't here to behave, I ain't begging to be saved. Did my time living life the way somebody else said. Got a little bit of hell running wild in my veins. Call me what you want... I ain't here to behave. [808 drop / banjo stab] [Verse 2 — heavier, confident rap] Know empty pockets, know the taste of cheap whiskey, Know a few good friends who turned real damn slippery. Some shake your hand while they're watching your back, Smile to your face, then go digging through your past. Cut that rope, let the whole damn thing fall, I don't owe you an answer, don't owe you at all. Got my own damn road, got my own damn scars, You can keep your little rules and your ivory tower. I don't bow down just because you disapprove, You can build me a cage... I'll tear through the roof. [Bridge — stripped acoustic, almost spoken] I wasn't born to fit inside your lines. Never wore your collar, never walked your line. You call it reckless, I call it mine. [Final Chorus — full power] I ain't here to behave, I ain't begging to be saved. Got a little too much hell and a whole lot of nerve. Let the dust hit the sky, let 'em curse my name. Call me what you want... I ain't here to behave. I ain't here to behave. [Outro — low spoken] My life. My rules. My name.
