Lyrics
Drifter in a slowed-down frame Highway hummin' out my name Engine knock and the clock don't move What I lost don't got to prove
And the road don't end the way it should And the truck stop's selling things they would And the dead ride shotgun cold And the night don't get old
Outlaw phonk, outlaw phonk Cowbell ride and an 808 drunk Slid the prayer through a tape loop Drift the soul through a sin coop
Saw a sign for a town that ain't Saw a preacher who don't paint Saw a woman in a cracked rear-view Saw a thing nobody knew
And the road don't end the way it should And the truck stop's selling things they would And the dead ride shotgun cold And the night don't get old
Outlaw phonk, outlaw phonk Cowbell ride and an 808 drunk Slid the prayer through a tape loop Drift the soul through a sin coop
Some men ride to outrun Some men ride to be undone Some men ride to find a sound And some ride til the wheels come round
Outlaw phonk, outlaw phonk Cowbell ride and an 808 drunk Slid the prayer through a tape loop Drift the soul through a sin coop Drift the soul through a sin coop
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Phonk outlaw country fusion, slowed-down memphis rap meets western, mo
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