Yeah. East coast in the rearview.
Hitting the trail. Let’s ride.
Out the eastern shore where the smokestacks rise
Rubber on the blacktop under neon skies
Dropped the Ranger in gear, I’m rolling out
Left the concrete jungle for a different route
Mud tires humming on the highway stretch
Passing by the billboards, catching my breath
From the city gridlock to the open plains
Got the blood of the country pumping in my veins.
White lines flashing like a movie scene
Mountains up ahead through the windshield screen
Traded ocean waves for the red dirt clay
Ain't nothing gonna slow me down today.
I got that cowboy swagger with a hip-hop bounce
Heavy 808s in every single ounce!
Crossing over county lines, watching landscapes change
Just a modern-day outlaw riding through the range!
Yeah, taking it back to the roots tonight
Dirt road kings under satellite light!
Sun going down, painting gold on the dash
Keep the pedal to the metal, got a pocket of cash
Passing sleepy little towns where the neon’s dead
Only stars and the moon lighting up ahead
Got the windows rolled down, feeling that breeze
Through the valleys, the hills, and the towering trees
Ain't looking for trouble, just finding my peace
From the industrial grind to the sweet release.
White lines flashing like a movie scene
Mountains up ahead through the windshield screen
Traded ocean waves for the red dirt clay
Ain't nothing gonna slow me down today.
I got that cowboy swagger with a hip-hop bounce
Heavy 808s in every single ounce!
Crossing over county lines, watching landscapes change
Just a modern-day outlaw riding through the range!
Yeah, taking it back to the roots tonight
Dirt road kings under satellite light!
Spur boots on the gas, trap beat knocking
Sun went down but the engine ain’t stopping
I own this map, from the coast to the farm...
(Wait for it...)
I got that cowboy swagger with a hip-hop bounce
Heavy 808s in every single ounce!
Taking it back to the roots tonight
Dirt road kings under satellite light!
Yeah, I'm home.