Simple Things

One Of Us

Shut the Truck Up

Side B

No More

Hold

Better On A Boat

To Tell You The Truth

When I'm Older

Dust on the windows, light breaking through
I’ve been waiting for something true
The road was long, the nights were cold
But I held on to stories told
Coffee gone bitter, silence too loud
I walked through the wreck, head unbowed
The sky kept changing, but I stayed still
Chasing the warmth I couldn’t feel
Every mile, every scar
Led me here, where the warm things are
Every tear, every song
Pulled me closer to where I belong
Where the sun belongs
Where the shadows run
Where the heart can mend
And the day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
Where the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
I’ve seen the rain, I’ve felt the flood
I’ve walked through fire, I’ve tasted blood
But still I rise, still I sing
Still I reach for everything
Old photographs, letters worn thin
I read them like prayers I keep within
The past is a lantern, the future a flame
I carry both and call them by name
Let the past be wind
Let the future spin
Let the silence speak
Let the healing begin
Where the sun belongs
Where the shadows run
Where the heart can mend
And the day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
Where the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
 silence, I’ve been the sound
 lost, I’ve been the found
 echo, I’ve been the cry
 truth no one could buy
storm, I’ve been the rain
the pain...the pain...the pain
I’ve been the fire, I’ve been the song
I’ve been the place the sun belongs
Now I stand where the light pours in
No more hiding, no more spin
I’ve earned this warmth, I’ve earned this sky
I’ve earned the right to ask why
So if you’re lost, if you’re low
If you’re waiting for the glow
Know the sun won’t ask your name
It just shows up and burns the shame
Where the sun belongs
 shadows run
 the heart can mend
 day’s not done
Where the sun belongs
 the light begins
Where the soul comes home
And the sky leans in
You’re not too late
You’re not too far
You’re just arriving
Where the sun belongs

Where the Sun Belongs by #AKB

Grit, chrome, and gasoline.
“Quarter Mile Kings” is a southern street anthem forged in thunder—where blues meets country hip-hop and muscle cars rule the night.
It’s the sound of engines screaming under neon skies, brotherhood in the burnout lane, and the fire that keeps outlaws chasing freedom one race at a time.

🔥 Turn it up. Drop the clutch. Long live the kings. 🔥

1. Quarter Mile Kings

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Country Things, Vol. 2

That's What Love Looks Like

No More

Joey Greer

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