Midnight Mike's

    Underground Radio

    Off Air
    Lyrics
    Yeah
    Turn me up
    turn me loose
    
    Boots hit hard and the room leaned back,
    red dirt ghost on a black tee chest
    Came in clean, but the roots stayed rough,
    whole bar woke when I said just enough
    
    No chain shine, no silver spoon,
    just a low-cut grin and a pressure groove
    You looked over with that don’t-start smile,
    I crossed that floor in a slow mean style
    
    Short laugh
    chin up
    that’s all
    I got a hard-won pulse and it wants the wall
    
    You can fake that glow
    you can rent that gloss
    But you can’t buy the heat
    of a man well lost
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Throw that spark, let the whole thing start
    Ain’t no soft way through a dirt rich heart
    
    Kick got mean and the hats cut thin,
    slide guitar put a blade through the mix
    Your hand touched down on my wrist one time,
    whole booth shifted with the change in vibe
    
    I don’t do fake-big, I do real-fast,
    let the hook hit first and the night move last
    There’s a kind of fire that don’t need help,
    just one right line and it lifts itself
    
    Long stare
    lean close
    don’t blink
    I can turn one pause into a room full of instinct
    
    You can dress it up
    but the dirt shows through
    That’s the best damn part
    and you know it too
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Throw that spark, let the whole thing start
    Ain’t no soft way through a dirt rich heart
    
    No borrowed cool
    no velvet rope
    Just backroad nerve
    and a chest full of go
    
    One shout
    two boots
    three sparks fly
    I was born for the lift
    when the whole place jumps
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Turn me up and watch it start
    Whole room gone with a dirt rich heart
    
    Turn me up
    turn me loose
    yeah
    Dirt Rich Heart

    Dirt Rich Heart

    AaronLiveOnline

    from Backroad Vice

    voiced by Sawyer Knox

    Lyrics
    Yeah
    Turn me up
    turn me loose
    
    Boots hit hard and the room leaned back,
    red dirt ghost on a black tee chest
    Came in clean, but the roots stayed rough,
    whole bar woke when I said just enough
    
    No chain shine, no silver spoon,
    just a low-cut grin and a pressure groove
    You looked over with that don’t-start smile,
    I crossed that floor in a slow mean style
    
    Short laugh
    chin up
    that’s all
    I got a hard-won pulse and it wants the wall
    
    You can fake that glow
    you can rent that gloss
    But you can’t buy the heat
    of a man well lost
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Throw that spark, let the whole thing start
    Ain’t no soft way through a dirt rich heart
    
    Kick got mean and the hats cut thin,
    slide guitar put a blade through the mix
    Your hand touched down on my wrist one time,
    whole booth shifted with the change in vibe
    
    I don’t do fake-big, I do real-fast,
    let the hook hit first and the night move last
    There’s a kind of fire that don’t need help,
    just one right line and it lifts itself
    
    Long stare
    lean close
    don’t blink
    I can turn one pause into a room full of instinct
    
    You can dress it up
    but the dirt shows through
    That’s the best damn part
    and you know it too
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Throw that spark, let the whole thing start
    Ain’t no soft way through a dirt rich heart
    
    No borrowed cool
    no velvet rope
    Just backroad nerve
    and a chest full of go
    
    One shout
    two boots
    three sparks fly
    I was born for the lift
    when the whole place jumps
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, beat that drum
    Hands up high when the bassline comes
    No polished edge, no pretty start
    Just a hard loud life in a dirt rich heart
    
    Hey — dirt rich heart, let it run
    Red clay blood and a southbound tongue
    Turn me up and watch it start
    Whole room gone with a dirt rich heart
    
    Turn me up
    turn me loose
    yeah
    🎙️

    🎙️ Midnight Mike

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