Текст песни
Mud on my boots
Smoke in my lungs
Teeth full of grit
Tongue full of drums (yeah)
Steel-toed temper, I walk like a landslide
Rust on my rings, I chew on the bad vibes
Cheap gas, long road, cracked dash, black sky
Grin like a crack in a tomb, let the wrath rise
Gravel in my spit, I talk in barbed wire
Whole crew heavy, we drag the bar higher
Tattooed knuckles on the steering wheel, tight
Ride slow, feel the road bite
Grind the crown
Till the gold turn brown
Slow roll, low growl
Let the whole earth howl
Grind the crown
Make it creak, make it bow
Head low, heart loud
We gon’ shake this ground (hey!)
Heat off the hood, that block stay cookin’
Eyes like a storm, you flinch when I’m lookin’
Sweat in the seat, that seat know secrets
Every last mile got ghosts, I can hear ’em
I don’t do mercy, I do mileage
I don’t do silence, I do sirens
Big belt buckle and a chip on my shoulder
Step in the dirt, make the world feel older (uh)
Grind the crown
Till the gold turn brown
Slow roll, low growl
Let the whole earth howl
Grind the crown
Make it creak, make it bow
Head low, heart loud
We gon’ shake this ground (woah)
Bite the chain
Make it snap, make it rain
Blood in the grain
Name in the stain
Down in the ditch, I’m the sermon and the sound
If you came for a king
Better
Get
Off
My
Ground
Grind the crown
Till the gold turn brown
Slow roll, low growl
Let the whole earth howl
Grind the crown
Make it creak, make it bow
Head low, heart loud
We gon’ shake this ground (yeah)
We gon’ shake this ground
