Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slow and Gritty]
I was born with a hellhound bark,
Whiskey lungs and a rebel heart,
Mama told me, "Son, you too damn mean,"
Daddy dipped out, left the in-between.
Steel-toe boots by the bayou swamp,
Moonshine sippin' while the pistols talk,
A shotgun shell and a Bible verse,
Can't tell if I’m blessed or cursed.[Pre-Chorus: Build Up the Heat]
Oh, good ol’ boys, they pray and sin,
Tattooed skin where the scars begin,
Love and money ain't built to last,
So we burn it all, turn pain to ash.[Chorus: Anthem for the Rebels]
Boots in the mud, hands on the wheel,
Ain't no fake in the way we feel.
Dirty south blood with an outlaw soul,
We go too fast, we lose control.
We raise hell 'til the daylight dies,
Smoke in the air with fire in our eyes.
Born to break chains, we can’t stay still,
Boots in the mud and a heart full of thrill.[TikTok Hook: Catch Them Quick]
"Clap your boots to the beat, dirty south don't sleep,
Where the bayou runs deep and the outlaws keep—"
"Swing wide in the Chevy, let them tires burn raw,
It ain't just a vibe, baby, it's dirty law!"[Verse 2: Rattlesnake Raw]
Tobacco ash on my worn-out jeans,
Sippin’ kerosene while the swamp frogs sing.
Ridin’ shotgun with Bonnie-types,
Guns in the trunk under Dixie lights.
They told me "Son, lay low, grow wise,"
But I’d rather spit venom than swallow their lies.
Mama, I ain’t clean—never claimed that role,
Dancin’ with the devil when I paid my toll.[Bridge: Haunting Melody Meets Hard Bars]
This life don’t fit clean, it’s jagged and torn,
It’s blood on the earth where legends are born.
Riding horses or Camaros, depends on the day,
We pave old dirt roads with the dues we paid.
We don't flex—we let the scars do the talking,
Heads low, guns up, like Billy kept walking.[Chorus: A Rally Cry]
Boots in the mud, hands on the wheel,
Ain't no fake in the way we feel.
Dirty south blood with an outlaw soul,
We go too fast, we lose control.
We raise hell 'til the daylight dies,
Smoke in the air with fire in our eyes.
Born to break chains, we can’t stay still,
Boots in the mud and a heart full of thrill.[TikTok Second Hook: Get 'Em Buzzing]
(Beat drop)
"Light it up, let it burn, smell the rubber in the wind."
"Raise a toast in the back where the trouble don’t end!"
"Keep the bassline dirty, keep the vibe so raw,
We don’t play nice—rules outlawed!"[Outro: With a Vengeance]
So if you see me rolling where the swamp grass grows,
With mud-stained boots and a brim tipped low,
Know I came for the grit, not the gold or the fame,
Call me an outlaw—but remember my name.[TikTok Fade Hook: A Final Mic Drop]
"From the swamp to the street, you can follow the sound,
Boots in the mud for the lost and the found."