Borrowed Dirt Boots

歌词

DIRT [Intro — lone banjo, slow and menacing] Yeah… Keep that camera rollin’. That filter can’t hide everything. [Harmonica cries — boot stomps enter] [Hook] You got borrowed dirt underneath brand-new boots, Singin’ somebody else’s pain like it happened to you. Ten-second outlaw, little ring-light rebel, Talkin’ like the backwoods—never danced with the devil. I don’t need revenge, I just give it some time, Every counterfeit cowboy gets exposed by the shine. Keep lip-syncin’ struggle, keep pretendin’ you’re hard— I’ll be pickin’ this banjo while they pull your hoe card. [Fast banjo break — harmonica answers] [Verse 1] You bought a Carhartt jacket, now you call yourself blue-collar, Daddy bought the pickup, but you rap about a dollar. Mud sprayed on the doors ’fore the video started, Then you washed it right off when the camera departed. Got a rented little rifle and a dog you never feed, Say you came up from the bottom—you inherited the deed. Fake scars, fake bars, fake drawl when you speak, Country Monday through Friday, Beverly Hills by the weekend I don’t dance for an algorithm, beggin’ it to choose, I got truth in the strings and some blood in the blues. You got followers bought and a hook somebody wrote, I got smoke in my lungs and a boot on your throat— [Music cuts — one banjo note] Metaphorically, son… Don’t go cryin’ for the moderators. [Hook] You got borrowed dirt underneath brand-new boots, Singin’ somebody else’s pain like it happened to you. Ten-second outlaw, little ring-light rebel, Talkin’ like the backwoods—never danced with the devil. I don’t need revenge, I just give it some time, Every counterfeit cowboy gets exposed by the shine. Keep lip-syncin’ struggle, keep pretendin’ you’re hard— I’ll be pickin’ this banjo while they pull your whole card. [Harmonica solo — filthy, bent notes] [Verse 2] You confuse bein’ viral with earnin’ respect, But a million little hearts couldn’t cover that debt. Every lie got a date, every flex got a lease, Every gimmick gets old, every fraud gets deceased. Not the man—just the mask, let me make that clear, When the trend disappears, you’ll disappear with the year. I was buildin’ these verses while you practiced that pose, You were watchin’ your numbers—I was sharpenin’ prose. Now the banjo starts runnin’ like the law through the pines, And the harp starts wailin’ like a soul doin’ time. No bass-heavy beat needed, no digital disguise, Just a porch-board rhythm and the truth in my eyes. Revenge ain’t a bullet, revenge ain’t a fight, It’s watchin’ fake stars burn out overnight. It’s stayin’ right here when the circus moves on, Still spittin’ that fire when your account is gone. [Bridge — half-time boot stomps, banjo only] No Wi-Fi in the holler, still they know my name. No filter on the scars, still I entered the game. You chased fifteen seconds—I built something that lasts. Your future’s just a costume; my proof is in the past. [Harmonica rises] You can steal my sound… You can steal my style… But you can’t fake miles. [Final Hook — double-time banjo] You got borrowed dirt underneath brand-new boots, Singin’ somebody else’s pain like it happened to you. Ten-second outlaw, little ring-light rebel, Talkin’ like the backwoods—never danced with the devil. I don’t need revenge, I just give it some time, Every counterfeit cowboy gets exposed by the shine. Keep lip-syncin’ struggle, keep pretendin’ you’re hard— I’ll be pickin’ this banjo while they pull your hoe card. Yeah, borrowed dirt underneath brand-new boots, Manufactured rebellion and algorithm roots. When the screen goes black and they shut down the show, We’ll find out real quick who can carry that soul. [Outro — banjo stops; harmonica plays alone] The internet made you famous… Time’s gonna make you honest.