Buckshot Rodeo

{reverse-banjo swell} {hard boot-stomp impact} (yeah) (let's get it) {stomp-clap swing begins}

Dust on my boots but my mind is on the goal Eighteen-wheeler

running hot down in my soul Got a pocket full of promise

and a heavy-handed grip Take a sip of the country then we

make the system flip {loose confident rap flow} (uh-huh) {banjo picking interlocking

with trap snares} When the thunder rolls and the sky turns gray

We don't run, no,

we stand and make a way (hey)

{stripped-back arrangement, handclaps and boot-stomps only} Break the fence down,

let the wild horses run!

(run!) Underneath the neon,

we are locking down the sun!

{heavy half-time dubstep drop} {distorted wobble bass,

screeching synths interlocking with raw banjo riff} {sing-shouted gang vocals} We don't

bow to the pressure,

we don't bend to the trend From the gravel to the concrete,

we ride it to the end Got the sub-low knocking in a

beat-up old truck Crank the volume to the ceiling and we never

give a... (hahaha)

{bouncing country-trap flow} When the thunder rolls and the sky turns gray

We don't run, no,

we stand and make a way (hey)

{stripped-back tension, rising stomp-claps}

Break the fence down,

let the wild horses run! (run!)

Underneath the neon, we are locking down the sun!

{heavy half-time dubstep drop} {distorted wobble bass,

screeching synths interlocking with raw banjo riff} {sing-shouted gang vocals}

Let 'em run

(yeah) {solo banjo fading out

over simple stomp-clap} {sub-bass rumble dies} {final acoustic guitar

chord decay}