[Intro – twangy acoustic guitar riff, soft 808 hum] Dirt dust on my boots, mic cord in my hand Two worlds collide, we built a brand [Verse 1 – acoustic guitar strums, steady trap snare] Nick was pickin' strings down at the county fair Singing 'bout old trucks and the cross he wears T was spittin' bars in a backstreet garage Talkin' 'bout hard times and the scars he has They met at a diner, coffee black and strong Traded stories 'til the dawn came along [Pre-Chorus – layered guitar, building 808] Nick said "My songs need a little fire" T said "My rhymes need a little wire" Two voices, one dream, no turning back We're gonna mix the twang with the rap attack [Chorus 1 – full band, catchy guitar hook, heavy 808] HTN Records, dirt roads and drum beats Country soul and rap street Tellin' life stories, raw and real Two old friends, makin' music that heals HTN Records, where the wheat meets the concrete We don't care 'bout the critics' speech Just singin' and spittin' what we feel This is how we make our deal [Post-Chorus – wordless hums, twangy guitar riff] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 2 – banjo interlude, crisp trap hi-hats] Nick brought the stories of the farm and the rain T brought the grit of the city's pain They set up a studio in an old barn loft Stacked with mics and a beatbox First track was 'bout a kid lost and found Mixing a fiddle sound with a bass that pounds [Pre-Chorus 2 – faster guitar strums, intensified 808] Nick said "This is how the world needs to hear" T said "This is how we clear the fear" No labels, no rules, just our own way Gonna light up the night with our own ray [Chorus 2 – amplified vocals, added fiddle, driving 808] HTN Records, dirt roads and drum beats Country heart and rap heat Tellin' life stories, true and bold Two old souls, makin' music that's gold HTN Records, where the hay meets the street We don't follow the industry's feet Just singin' and spittin' what we know This is how we let the good times grow [Bridge – sparse acoustic guitar, soft 808, intimate vocals] We've got songs 'bout the ones who got away Songs 'bout the ones who stayed Songs 'bout the struggle and the grace Songs 'bout finding your place No matter where you come from, no matter your style We're all just walkin' this long, long mile [Solo – electric guitar twang solo, trap beat underlay] (Instrumental Solo) [Final Chorus – full band, layered vocals, maximum energy] HTN Records, dirt roads and drum beats Country roots and rap treats Tellin' life stories, loud and clear Two old partners, makin' music that's here HTN Records, where the fields meet the concrete We're gonna keep on makin' our own beat Singin' and spittin' 'til the end of the line This is HTN, this is our time [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, soft 808 fade] Dirt dust on my boots, mic cord in my hand HTN Records, forever stand