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The saloon doors rattle as the sky starts to bleed, I don’t need a casino when I got what I need. Left the cards on the table, left the gold in the tray, I’m a mountain-born phantom rolling out the gateway. Fit and muscular, shadow cut deep in the night, With a line of sweet asses chasing the light. But I picked the baddest one, told 'em jump on the frame, Before the whole damn valley remembers the name. ​[Chorus] We hit the saddle, let the hooves touch the mud, Riding out the tempest, looking for blood. That leather is creaking, the rain hitting heavy, Horses moving faster than a souped-up Chevy. Got a bad one on the back, holding onto my waist, As we tear through the canyon with no time to waste. The West belongs to us, every shadow and trail, Two rebels in the dark making history fail. ​[Verse 2] They tried to hunt the King, brought a posse of ten, But they’ll never see the light of the morning again. Got that country-trap flow, moving fluid like rain, Washing over the canyon, silencing the pain. We outrunning the law, outrunning the past, Building a kingdom that's made to last. So let the storm rage, let the lightning strike down, Riot Starter just took the whole Western crown. ​[Outro] Yeah. Just two rebels in the dark. Nothing but the rain and the road ahead. Hold on tight. We gone.