The twister talk, twister talk Twister talk, it's all in plan It's got turning green, clouds looking mean Sirens screaming but I'm chasing that dream Pickup full of gas, dash full of codeine Storm on my tail like I'm born in the same Twister talk, we don't run, we ride Down here we meet the storm out of eye Crack a cold beer when the funnel get close Southern soul, yeah, we do the most Black clouds creeping over cotton rolls Granny say pray but I'm ready to go Got a GoPro taped to the dashboard tight And a sawed-off shotty just in case it bite Ain't no fear in a trailer park heart Seen them touch down, tear a town apart From Kansas City out of Tupelo We learn young if you hear a better roll If the wind start howling we holler back Tires spinning like we running from the past F-150 with the rebel flag scratch Mixing whiskey with a funnel cloud flash Ain't no basement, we built from the dirt Lost two kin when that AF-3 burst Still riding dirty with the Doppler app on Bluetooth bumping that thunderstorm song Twister dancing in the field like a ghost We pull one out for the folks we lost most We live fast, don't back down, nah Even God knows we built for the brawl I seen trails fly, seen skies cry But I'm still here, boots in the mud dry My roots too deep, can't blow away mine I face the storm like it owe me time Sky turning black and the trees been low Devil in the wind but I still won't go Truck in sport mode, heart in fight mode Just the south where we ride that cyclone Twister talk, we don't duck, we dive Turn the rear view on and catch that ride Southern blood, we storm born folks Raise your glass when the thunder smokes