East Texas Shrooms v6
This EDM electro rockabilly hybrid kicks off with dusty boom-bap drums, crunchy layers, vinyl crackle, and a lazy swung groove. Ultra-deep baritone Texas drawl vocals command the mix, riding a sub-heavy, expertly sculpted bass. Verses merge detuned piano, rhythmic banjo, and eerie harmonica for a hypnotic groove, while the hook bursts open with stacked call-and-response chants, catchy organ stabs, and space for punchy ad-libs. The vibe is storyteller-driven: raw, rhythmic, infectious, and packed with irresistible ear candy.
East Texas Shrooms v6
This EDM electro rockabilly hybrid kicks off with dusty boom-bap drums, crunchy layers, vinyl crackle, and a lazy swung groove. Ultra-deep baritone Texas drawl vocals command the mix, riding a sub-heavy, expertly sculpted bass. Verses merge detuned piano, rhythmic banjo, and eerie harmonica for a hypnotic groove, while the hook bursts open with stacked call-and-response chants, catchy organ stabs, and space for punchy ad-libs. The vibe is storyteller-driven: raw, rhythmic, infectious, and packed with irresistible ear candy.
Lyrics
Verse 1
East Texas trips where the cattle still roam
Back roads, red dust, long way from home
Old boots, cold dew, breath like smoke
Sun ain’t up yet, sky half-broke
Came back with trash bags packed, full of spores
Five A.M. hit, caps pop like open doors (uh)
First sign, that fence lean, rusted, saggin' in need
That mean rancher ain't payin' for antifungal feed
Spread that barbwire, shirt gets torn
Slip through quiet in the full moon morn
Heartbeat jump, hear a truck in the gloom
Shotgun rumor sittin’ heavy in the room (shh)
Chorus
East Texas fence line, early A.M. bloom
Trash bags swingin’, whole car smellin’ like shrooms (like shrooms)
Rub that crown, little purple on the dome
Hit it by the handful, orbit past home
Full moon shinin', boots in the mud
Mind runnin’ laps off a cow pie flood
Creep through the pasture, duckin’ that chrome
East Texas fence line, far from home
Verse 2
Cow patties scattered like stars in the field
Steam still risin’, fresh, unsealed
Kneel down, thumb on the top, real slow
Little violet tint, that’s a “here we go”
Five in the mornin’, brain half fried
Laugh too loud, gotta swallow that pride
With every twig snap, it feels like doom
Every shadow rancher in the moonlit gloom
Stuffin’ them caps ‘til the sack too fat
Mud on your jeans, brim pulled flat
Eyes on the gate, ears on the breeze
One wrong move, you fertilizer feed
Chorus
East Texas fence line, early A.M. bloom
Trash bags swingin’, whole car smellin’ like shrooms (like shrooms)
Rub that crown, little purple on the dome
Hit it by the handful, orbit past home
Full moon shinin', boots in the mud
Mind runnin’ laps off a cow pie flood
Creep through the pasture, duckin’ that chrome
East Texas fence line, far from home
Bridge
East Texas dawn run, steppin' through the dew (yeah)
Chasin' little halos in a cow field view
Rub the top, see that purple, change your whole mind state
Bag heavy, sky wavy, and we still ain’t ate
East Texas dawn run, hush, don’t make a sound
Every step sacred on that pasture ground
If it glow just right, you can bend time, too
From a cow patty circle to a whole new you
Chorus
East Texas fence line, early A.M. bloom
Trash bags swingin’, whole car smellin’ like shrooms (like shrooms)
Rub that crown, little purple on the dome
Hit it by the handful, orbit past home
Full moon shinin', boots in the mud
Mind runnin’ laps off a cow pie flood
Creep through the pasture, duckin’ that chrome
East Texas fence line, far from home