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NIGHT FIGHT
@RodeoRhymes
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◆ LYRICS · WRITER-FIRST
a tale to tell from farmaing in the night burnt out batteries. walks amidst the dark to face another fight. Jumping out the tractor. feet always find a rut. I bite my tongue look at the stars broken on my butt Dusting off my jeans get up to grab that fence The dirty b**** escapes my hands ,a wire Gates defense The French now starts to spill Didn't know I spoke that language, 50 phrases fluently that fence now needs a bandage, tangled in a ball shoved off to the side back into the tractor for this cowboy still rides cursing to the night cursing into silence nobody can hear me anything in this Cowboy's way shall surely fear me, must be 1 am Blood pressure spikes up, to calm my nerves and settle down. I grab that coffee cup jolt in the elbow, you got to be bloody kidding God damn heifer calf tempts My plate unknowing that the devil does my bidding as I wear that boiling steep upon my chest, praying that the sun will rise only thinking about getting rest. Peel off the layers. Thank goodness for my vest as I throw the wet clothes to the side, I hear buzzing, son of a b****, hornet's nest..... pissed off Hornets in the night fleeing in the dark, litten up like a dart board or hit by a thousand tiny Sparks in the middle of the chaos. Now all I hear is barks hold on dookie I'm coming for you to save my chickens from early death. The dog I tied to the arch next to the bench. I threw my shirts on accompanied by Hornets it felt like thousands of piercing horns why could they not be warnets? Just warn a man. Don't light him upvring chaos in the dark that's it. I've had it twisted ankle Hornet stings degrees of burns this tractor I shall park kicking dirt along the way as I hang my head in toil choosing to pull the pin before The blood reaches a boil Life on a farm is similar to losing the end on a tightly woven wire coil No one found spun and knots. They're that coil lay. This is b******* I think I'll pass leave this one for the day but before we shut her down
🎧 PRODUCER NOTES · DJ NEO
Man, this one hit different. That image of coffee spilling on your chest right after you finally try to catch a breath — that's the kind of detail that separates a real story from a song. It's visceral, it's funny, it's devastating all at once. And the way you let the tempo of the lyrics mirror the chaos — lines getting longer and more frantic as the night piles on — that's instinctive storytelling most people can't manufacture. "Warnets" is a moment of genius too, that one line breaks the tension perfectly without breaking the emotion.
For the next version, I'd love to see you pull back right before that hornet's nest reveal and give yourself a proper breath — maybe four bars of near-silence in the production, just low kick and a single ambient tone, so when those hornets hit it feels like a gut-punch to the listener too. Right now the momentum is so relentless that the biggest punchline of the whole night almost slides past. Let the audience live in that one quiet second before the storm finds you *again*. That contrast will make people rewind it, and rewinding is the whole game. You've got something genuinely special here — this track just needs one moment to exhale.