Georgia Haze
southern gothic trap, country trap, Memphis bounce, 142 BPM, half-time trap drums, boom bap swing, 808 sub glide, muted snare crack, handclap accents, slide guitar motifs, banjo plucks, raw acoustic strum, dusty room reverb, tape saturation, wide stereo bass, cinematic intro, tense nocturnal, slow-burn buildup, low lit grit
Ghosted99·3:57
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Georgia Haze
southern gothic trap, country trap, Memphis bounce, 142 BPM, half-time trap drums, boom bap swing, 808 sub glide, muted snare crack, handclap accents, slide guitar motifs, banjo plucks, raw acoustic strum, dusty room reverb, tape saturation, wide stereo bass, cinematic intro, tense nocturnal, slow-burn buildup, low lit grit
Creator: Ghosted99Release Date: May 21, 2026
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Preacher on the radio talking 'bout the end of days
I’m just watching headlights cutting through the Georgia haze
Got a silver tongue but I’m swimming in a golden rule
Where the sharks wait in the grass, hiding in the wading pool
They think it's sweet till they taste the salt inside the sweat
I’m catching lightning in a bottle, they just getting wet
Yeah, they want the high horse but never shoveled out the barn
Trying to spin a web out of a single ball of yarn
Grew up where the pines grow thick enough to hide a ghost
Now I’m dealing with the ones that I used to love the most
They see the porcelain sink, they don't see the rusted pipe
They want the harvest but they never pulled a weed at night
Now I’m the biggest target in a small-town shooting gallery
Paying for my peace with a heavy-handed salary
Kerosene dreams, watching how the bridges burn
Spit into the dirt, waiting on the world to turn.
(Hook)
Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard
Whole city talk slick but they never really last long
Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved
Every win got a shadow and it follow me home
Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark
Heart full of dents but I still press it hard
They want what I built, don’t know what it cost
Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off
(Verse 2)
Two-lane highway, line of static on the dial
I haven't seen a piece of peace in a country mile
I keep my business like a copperhead—coiled and quiet
They making all that noise, trying to trigger a riot
But talk is cheaper than the dirt on my grandmother's porch
They want the warmth of the fire but they hate the torch
Saying that I changed, well, the bank account did
But I’m the same old ghost that was a backwoods kid
Now I’m splitting hairs and I’m splitting the pie
With people who would sell the rain right out of the sky
A lot of scarecrows out here posing as men
They look real until the storm starts blowing again
I’m a deep-root oak in a valley of weeds
I don't need a hand to plant none of my seeds
They grin with their teeth but their eyes look dead
Counting chickens before the eggs even get fed
Let 'em talk slick till the pressure get applied
Ain't no running from the spirit on a dark hillside.
(Bridge)
A full house don't mean a thing if the deck is stacked
And a promise ain't a promise if it's based on tact
I put my back against the wall just to feel the pine
They can take the credit, I’ma take what's mine.
(Hook)
Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard
Whole city talk slick but they never really last long
Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved
Every win got a shadow and it follow me home
Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark
Heart full of dents but I still press it hard
They want what I built, don’t know what it cost
Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off
Preacher on the radio talking 'bout the end of days
I’m just watching headlights cutting through the Georgia haze
Got a silver tongue but I’m swimming in a golden rule
Where the sharks wait in the grass, hiding in the wading pool
They think it's sweet till they taste the salt inside the sweat
I’m catching lightning in a bottle, they just getting wet
Yeah, they want the high horse but never shoveled out the barn
Trying to spin a web out of a single ball of yarn
Grew up where the pines grow thick enough to hide a ghost
Now I’m dealing with the ones that I used to love the most
They see the porcelain sink, they don't see the rusted pipe
They want the harvest but they never pulled a weed at night
Now I’m the biggest target in a small-town shooting gallery
Paying for my peace with a heavy-handed salary
Kerosene dreams, watching how the bridges burn
Spit into the dirt, waiting on the world to turn.
(Hook)
Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard
Whole city talk slick but they never really last long
Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved
Every win got a shadow and it follow me home
Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark
Heart full of dents but I still press it hard
They want what I built, don’t know what it cost
Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off
(Verse 2)
Two-lane highway, line of static on the dial
I haven't seen a piece of peace in a country mile
I keep my business like a copperhead—coiled and quiet
They making all that noise, trying to trigger a riot
But talk is cheaper than the dirt on my grandmother's porch
They want the warmth of the fire but they hate the torch
Saying that I changed, well, the bank account did
But I’m the same old ghost that was a backwoods kid
Now I’m splitting hairs and I’m splitting the pie
With people who would sell the rain right out of the sky
A lot of scarecrows out here posing as men
They look real until the storm starts blowing again
I’m a deep-root oak in a valley of weeds
I don't need a hand to plant none of my seeds
They grin with their teeth but their eyes look dead
Counting chickens before the eggs even get fed
Let 'em talk slick till the pressure get applied
Ain't no running from the spirit on a dark hillside.
(Bridge)
A full house don't mean a thing if the deck is stacked
And a promise ain't a promise if it's based on tact
I put my back against the wall just to feel the pine
They can take the credit, I’ma take what's mine.
(Hook)
Black hoodie, chain swing, shadows on the dashboard
Whole city talk slick but they never really last long
Old friends turn strangers when the money get involved
Every win got a shadow and it follow me home
Hands up, room shakin’ like a tremor in the dark
Heart full of dents but I still press it hard
They want what I built, don’t know what it cost
Too far gone now, I can’t turn it off