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Raspy Voices & Rollin’ Windows 2 by Rondonjohnson ft. Ronathan Taylor Thomas

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Raspy Voices & Rollin’ Windows 2

Country Trap,Female Vocals

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[Verse 1]
Met a bad lil’ Taurus in a big black truck,
Chrome so high, had to climb right up.
She said, “Girl, you got anything to clean these windows?”
I knew right then she was one of my kinfolk.
Eyebrows sharp like a switchblade flick,
Voice raspy like we both smoke bricks.
Laughin’ in the cab while the moon got low,
Two loose cannons with nowhere to go.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, we shared our dirt,
Talked choices that hurt,
But somehow it felt real right.
Two messed-up angels
in a cloud of mango,
Runnin’ wild in the middle of the night.
[Chorus]
We got that raspy voice, roll-the-windows noise,
Laughin’ like we never had a damn choice.
She from that neo-nazi bloodline curse,
I love brown men and it only gets worse.
But we cracked up, lit up, didn’t give a fuck —
Two broken comets in a jacked-up truck.
And when the sun hit the edge of the abyss…
She vanished in the smoke like she never existed.
[Verse 2]
She talked about her circle full of wild-ass friends,
I talked about mine and the trouble we’re in.
We bonded over chaos and questionable vibes,
Over bein’ too real to survive nine lives.
That Taurus humor hit me in the chest,
Sarcasm on ten and her boots a mess.
And for a second I thought she was heaven-sent…
Then she ghosted like a spirit in the damn wind.
[Bridge]
Maybe she’ll circle back like Venus in retrograde,
Or maybe last night was just where the memories stay.
But damn, that girl was a wildfire spark —
Lit up the truck, then ran back to the dark.
[Chorus]
We got that raspy voice, roll-the-windows noise,
Laughin’ like we never had a damn choice.
She from that neo-nazi bloodline curse,
I love brown men and it only gets worse.
But we cracked up, lit up, didn’t give a fuck —
Two broken comets in a jacked-up truck.
And when the sun hit the edge of the abyss…
She vanished in the smoke like she never existed.
[Outro]
I’ll remember that laugh and the way she grinned,
Two night-owl sinners lost in the wind.
If life’s a road, then I guess she was just
a detour in boots…
in a big black truck.
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