“Windows Wide Open” is a country-trap gospel song about faith, timing, and trusting God’s plan when life closes a door in your face. When the pressure hits, He’s already preparing another way — you just have to be ready to walk through it. 808s meet southern soul in a message about grace, growth, and divine alignment.

🙏 KuntryBoi KVRSON
🎵 Produced for the ones who keep faith through the struggle.

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Windows Wide Open

No Cowgirls in Miami [BEAT BY CALEB AVERY]

“Good Times Rollin’”

Just a track i think everyone can relate to

Round Eye Reaper - Better Days (master)

Too Easy

5 Beers

Steward's Got Our Back

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Steward’s Got Our Back

I’d walk the dark just to feel that flame,  
Light a spark in the smoke, call out your name.  
Every song I breathe got a trace of pain,  
Every tear I shed turn gold in the rain.

Cyberwaves • Spiritual Trap • Cinematic Hip-Hop • Alt Rap

Through the Veil

Legacy ain’t somethin’ I chase — it’s somethin’ I leave behind.

Bloodline

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BASSREDEMPTION

This is the official soundtrack for your Thanksgiving weekend. If you can't relate to this, you're the one starting the drama 😬. Tag someone who needs to hear this right now! #Fakesgiving

Fakesgiving - KuntryBoiKVRSON

Red vs blue, black vs white...
God vs man, wrong vs right...
But one thing’s true—we’re all still breathing.

I see the lines drawn deep in the sand,
Preachin’ at each other, never lendin’ a hand.
Flags in the yard, fists in the air,
But nobody listenin’, nobody care.

Talk of freedom but we silence the voice,
Preachin’ life but denyin' the choice.
Shoutin’ in the name of what we believe,
But forgettin' the hearts that still grieve.

We got a right to defend, a right to choose,
A voice to raise, a soul to lose.
But we ain’t got the right to take a life,
Or bury truth in the name of strife.

All life matters, opinions too —
You got yours and I got mine too.
Take your hate to debate, not the street,
And wait for the reason 'fore you claim defeat.

Burnin’ books or burnin’ bridges,
Buildin’ walls or diggin’ ditches.
It’s a war of words, and pride’s the fuel,
But the loudest one don’t make the rule.

God ain't blind, and fate ain't fixed,
But a house divided won’t ever be mixed.
One side shoutin', "I’m always right!"
Other side prayin' just to sleep at night.

“Whose truth do you hold?”
“Whose pain do you fold?”
“Who gets the mic, who takes control?”
Let it go... let it grow... only time will show...

We got a right to defend, a right to choose,
A voice to raise, a soul to lose.
But we ain’t got the right to take a life,
Or bury truth in the name of strife.

All life matters, opinions too —
You got yours and I got mine too.
Take your hate to debate, not the street,
And wait for the reason 'fore you claim defeat.

Who... is... right...?
Right to breathe... right to speak...
No right to kill... no right to steal...
Let the truth be the only hill.

Who... is... right...?
Right to breathe... right to speak...
No right to kill... no right to steal...
Let the truth be the only hill.

Who is Right(HD)

She wakes each day to golden flame,
Feels his warmth, but he won’t stay.
She feeds him fruit and ocean tides,
But he’s always starin’ at the sky.
She loves him deep like roots in stone,
But he looks past her flesh and bone.
She’s loyal ground, he’s chasin’ light,
And she just prays he’ll land one night.

‘Cause the Earth loves the Sun, the Sun loves the Moon,
And the Moon’s in love with Earth, too soon.
Round and round, they never touch —
So close, but never quite enough.
Hearts aligned but never collide,
Fallin’ for what they’re denied.
In the sky or deep in dirt…
Orbit is a holy hurt.

He burns for silver in the dark,
That quiet glow, that distant spark.
He sees her rise when the Earth’s asleep,
But all he holds is heat too deep.
He never meant to break the ground,
But still he spins without a sound.
He wants what flees when daylight comes —
The ghost that dances with the sun.

Yeah, the Earth loves the Sun, the Sun loves the Moon,
And the Moon just hums her lonesome tune.
Hearts keep beatin’ out of line,
Chasin’ love they’ll never find.
We shine, we fall, we burn, we bloom…
But none belong to who they choose.
No kiss, no flame, just silent hurt…
Orbit is a sacred curse.

I see the Earth, she sings in green,
And he shines bright, but he don’t see me.
So I reflect what I’ll never own —
Half in love and half alone…

The Earth loves the Sun, the Sun loves the Moon,
And I love them both, but I’m marooned.
Round we go in loops of ache,
Giving more than we can take.
No one wins, no one turns back —
We're stars trapped on the same track.
In the dark, in dust, in dirt…
Orbit is a holy hurt.

We’re all just loving what we can’t keep...

Orbit(HD)

“They thought I’d break...
But I bent that cage like wire in the rain...
Now it’s me who holds the flame...”

Feel my fury, I’m comin' through fire
Mud on my boots and the truth in my choir
Chains tried to hold me, warden tried to break me
But I walk with ghosts — ain't no man gonna shake me

You built walls, but I built rage
Cut through fences like a beast uncaged
Laws don’t bind what the soul outgrows
Now I ride with a storm that nobody knows

Who are you to say what’s right for me?
I was raised in dust, I was forged in heat
You took my time, tried to steal my name
But I rise like thunder, and I play no game

Feel my fury — let it burn bright
Ashes of pain, but I still ignite
This system’s cracked, but I won’t bend
I'm the outlaw gospel ‘til the bitter end

Programs twistin’ us up like wires,
Put a cross on my back, said “climb through fire”
Tried to baptize me in shame and sin,
But I came out swingin’ with a bottle of gin

Ain’t no master gonna whip me down,
I’ll spit at the sky ‘fore I bow to your crown
You kneel for peace — I stand for war
A bastard child kickin’ down heaven’s door

Feel that heat?
That’s the sound of steel boots stompin’
The devil’s in the yard, but God’s still watchin’

Break these bars, melt these chains
Bleed the truth, not the shame
March through fire, let ‘em see
This soul don’t die — it’s born free


Who are you to say what’s right for me?
I bled for truth, now I claim that key
You tried to crush what you couldn’t tame
But I howl in flames, and I curse your name

Feel my fury — carved in steel
Ain’t no chains that break my will
This outlaw blood, it never ends
I’m the story they burn — but can’t defend

“Feel... my... fury...
Born in dust...
Bound by steel...
But free... in flame...”

Feel My Fury (HD)

A little blues, a little trap, a little dirt under the fingernails. Guitar dripping soul, drums with that prairie-grit stomp, bass rolling like a pickup on gravel. This one’s cold air, small-town nights, northern streets and old stories you don’t say out loud. I fixed the mix, polished the beat, kept the scars.
North Side Blues — born rough, now it rides smoother.

North Side Blues

Mama’s knees hit tile like a preacher's prayer
Hands on the bowl, beggin’ love from thin air
She whispered to a god made of pipes and stone
Said, “Why don’t you love me?” in a drunken moan
And Father John just stared, unmoved and white
Wearing her sins in porcelain light
That bathroom ain’t no place for grace—
But she found her church in that cursed space.

Father John, you never said a word
You watched her break, but never stirred
The pew was cracked, the wine ran cheap
She gave her soul and cried herself to sleep
Now I see the bowl and feel that shame
I learned the rite, I learned her pain
But I write these lines to break the chain
And Father John won’t speak my name.

I watched outside her confessional booth
Swallowed by silence, chokin’ on truth
She offered her love to a porcelain ghost
While I disappeared in secondhand smoke
Later I knelt, just like she did
Learned how to drink and how to forbid
But I kept a secret under my skin—
A pen to bleed all the poison in.

Father John, you never said a word
You watched her break, but never stirred
The pew was cracked, the wine ran cheap
She gave her soul and cried herself to sleep
Now I see the bowl and feel that shame
I learned the rite, I learned her pain
But I write these lines to break the chain
And Father John won’t speak my name.

No beads, no bells, no holy ground
Just echoes flushed, a haunted sound
The only miracle I believe—
Is when I chose to finally leave.
So now I write, not kneel and plead
These poems are my rosary beads...

Dear John, you’ll never own my soul
Your hollow truth, your poisoned bowl
She died in silence—
But I speak loud
I broke the ritual.
I made her proud.

Father John(HD)

DO NOT APPROCH ME WITH PROMOTIONS!
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HOPELESS ROMANTIC. STREET-BORN. SOUL-WRITTEN.
I don’t just write songs. I live them.
Every verse bleeds. Every bar breathes. Every line carries truth.
I don’t chase clout. I craft emotion.
My words have weight — they lift, they break, they heal.
This is lyrical fire. This is emotional depth. This is rplayin.
Welcome to my world.
Where rhythm speaks what the heart can’t say.
Where nothing is off-limits — not the pain, not the passion, not the past.
Let the words play.
Let the feelings in.
Search “rplayin” and feel the story.

I’m a 42-year-old IT Project Manager turned late-night songwriter — born in Louisiana, now rooted in Moore, Oklahoma. The South raised me, and it still hums through everything I make.

These songs are me learning to breathe again — stories pulled from the static, built with a little help from AI and a lot of heart. I’m not chasing fame, just trying to get the noise out of my head and turn it into something honest.

KuntryBoiKVRSON (pronounced Country Boy Karson) is a multifaceted ArtIst with a country-trap style sound that's mixed with a hint of rap, r&b, pop, dance/club and occasionally a hint of gospel. Even if you absolutely hate country music, you're sure to hear something that captivates your ears.

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