Crown Me Now
barroom-born, vocal, acoustic, southern rock, raw, and the rap verse hits with 808 bass and filtered vocal fx. vocals are raspy and bold, with female harmonies on the hook. swagger-packed, outlaw country grit with southern rock swagger and dirty rap edge. mid-tempo (84 bpm), soul, and chain rattles keep it raw. fiddle adds soul, and built to crown the unfiltered king., rap, driven by acoustic rhythm guitar, slide guitar, organ swells in the bridge, rock, boot claps, outlaw country, and deep bass. stomping drums, gritty telecaster, deep
Crown Me Now
barroom-born, vocal, acoustic, southern rock, raw, and the rap verse hits with 808 bass and filtered vocal fx. vocals are raspy and bold, with female harmonies on the hook. swagger-packed, outlaw country grit with southern rock swagger and dirty rap edge. mid-tempo (84 bpm), soul, and chain rattles keep it raw. fiddle adds soul, and built to crown the unfiltered king., rap, driven by acoustic rhythm guitar, slide guitar, organ swells in the bridge, rock, boot claps, outlaw country, and deep bass. stomping drums, gritty telecaster, deep
Lyrics
Verse 1
Boots scuff hardwood, squeakin’ like a rat
Chasin’ ghosts and glory, no lookin’ back
Ain’t got no map, just a whiskey streak
Been broke, been burned, now I’m standin’ at my peak
Chorus
I’m the king of the climb, can’t you see
Runnin’ on pain and gasoline
In the eye of the storm, that’s where I’ll be
Tippin’ my hat, crownin’ me
Verse 2
Sweat drippin’ off this sunburnt face
Breathin’ in fire, I ain’t savin’ grace
Thunder cracks, but I don’t flinch
A thousand strong, and I don’t give an inch
Chorus
I’m the king of the climb, can’t you see
Runnin’ on pain and gasoline
In the eye of the storm, that’s where I’ll be
Tippin’ my hat, crownin’ me
Rap Verse – Dirty & Gritty
Got a redhead ridin’ me like I stole the crown,
Backseat bounce while the windows down.
Boot marks on the dash, handprints on the glass,
She scream my name like I’m skippin’ class.
Whiskey breath and a filthy mouth,
She came for a king, not a boy from the South.
Snapped her thong like a cheap guitar string,
Now she hums every note when the bedposts swing.
Bridge
They said slow down—I spit and grin
This heart’s a war drum beatin’ sin
The ground might shake, the sky might split
But this is my damn time to win
Final Chorus
I’m the king of the climb, can’t you see
Runnin’ on pain and gasoline
In the eye of the storm, that’s where I’ll be
Tippin’ my hat, crownin’ me