(Verse 1)

Preacher on the radio talking 'bout the end of days

I’m just watching headlights cutting through the Georgia haze

Got a silver tongue but I’m swimming in a golden rule

Where the sharks wait in the grass, hiding in the wading pool

They think it's sweet till they taste the salt inside the sweat

I’m catching lightning in a bottle, they just getting wet

Yeah, they want the high horse but never shoveled out the barn

Trying to spin a web out of a single ball of yarn

Grew up where the pines grow thick enough to hide a ghost

Now I’m dealing with the ones that I used to love the most

They see the porcelain sink, they don't see the rusted pipe

They want the harvest but they never pulled a weed at night

Now I’m the biggest target in a small-town shooting gallery

Paying for my peace with a heavy-handed salary

Kerosene dreams, watching how the bridges burn

Spit into the dirt, waiting on the world to turn.

(Hook)

Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard

Whole city talk slick but they never really last long

Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved

Every win got a shadow and it follow me home

Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark

Heart full of dents but I still press it hard

They want what I built, don’t know what it cost

Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off

(Verse 2)

Two-lane highway, line of static on the dial

I haven't seen a piece of peace in a country mile

I keep my business like a copperhead—coiled and quiet

They making all that noise, trying to trigger a riot

But talk is cheaper than the dirt on my grandmother's porch

They want the warmth of the fire but they hate the torch

Saying that I changed, well, the bank account did

But I’m the same old ghost that was a backwoods kid

Now I’m splitting hairs and I’m splitting the pie

With people who would sell the rain right out of the sky

A lot of scarecrows out here posing as men

They look real until the storm starts blowing again

I’m a deep-root oak in a valley of weeds

I don't need a hand to plant none of my seeds

They grin with their teeth but their eyes look dead

Counting chickens before the eggs even get fed

Let 'em talk slick till the pressure get applied

Ain't no running from the spirit on a dark hillside.

(Bridge)

A full house don't mean a thing if the deck is stacked

And a promise ain't a promise if it's based on tact

I put my back against the wall just to feel the pine

They can take the credit, I’ma take what's mine.

(Hook)

Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard

Whole city talk slick but they never really last long

Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved

Every win got a shadow and it follow me home

Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark

Heart full of dents but I still press it hard

They want what I built, don’t know what it cost

Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off