Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, Chris Bellanco, you burnout punk,
Ran from Kodiak gas ‘cause your ego sunk.
Wrench-turnin’ mechanic with your head up your ass,
Now you’re stuck in a cab haulin’ shit and gas.

Irish pride? More like Irish shame,
Short fuse, short stack, playin’ a long-ass game.
Quit your job ‘cause the pressure was real,
Now you pop blood vessels behind the wheel.

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[Hook]
Grumpy little gremlin with a rig and a scowl,
Growlin’ at the world with that nicotine growl.
Left the yard talkin’ big, like “I’m out, I’m free!”
Now your life’s just piss bottles and DOTs.

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[Verse 2]
You used to fix pipes, now you bitch on the CB,
Talkin’ like a badass — bro, you 4’3”.
Got road rage beef with a McDonald’s bag,
Worn-out seat, saggin’ ass, wearin’ Kodiak swag.

You ain’t drivin’ freight — you haulin’ regret,
With a logbook of tears and a vape full of debt.
Shoulda stayed in the yard, where men do work,
Now you’re out here gettin’ passed by a hearse.

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[Hook]
Grumpy little gremlin with a rig and a scowl,
Growlin’ at the world with that nicotine growl.
Left the yard talkin’ big, like “I’m out, I’m free!”
Now your life’s just piss bottles and DOTs.

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[Bridge]
You ain’t a king of the road — just a joke on the CB,
With your crusty-ass boots and your 5-hour spree.
Tryna flex on us with that Red Bull rage,
But you cry at weigh stations like you’re trapped in a cage.

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[Outro]
Bellanco the bold? Nah, Bellanco the bitch,
Downshifted from skilled to a highway snitch.
Quit the pressure, but can’t quit the whine,
You left the crew — and damn, we doin’ fine.