🎤 by Jade Ann Byrne | 🌌 Eat My Cake Records | 🎸 Space Country Trap Anthem
📀 Lyrics:
Verse 1:
They put a John Deere in my CAPTCHA, ain't that kinda wild? Green and yellow tractor tryin' to fit through the Turnstile Cloudflare spinnin' on my screen, it’s a digital rodeo Clickin' on them squares like I’m wranglin' in a UFO
Chorus:
It's too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like, Those fields of the internet, rollin' through the satellites. Google's got my taste down, knowin' how to test my vibe, Tractors in the CAPTCHA, space country on the drive.
Verse 2:
It’s a moonlit interstellar farm, satellites align, Triple Starbeam in the sky, them Starlinks are mine, They know I’m feelin' earthly, but I’m reachin' outta time, Binaries buzzin', hayfields up in binary code, Clouds ain't just above us, big dabs keep 'em in overload.
Chorus:
It's too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like, Clicking squares like cowboy boots stampin' down at midnight, John Deere's got that Smart System, algorithms ridin' free, Space-country CAPTCHA, feels like it’s just testin' me.
Verse 3:
My fingers scrollin' to the beat, like pickin' on guitar strings, Ridin' through the data streams, like outlaw songs in metal rings, Cloudflare's doin' the shuffle, it’s a Turnstile full of bits, They hit me with the tractor, must know I'm country at my wits. Got a data farm full of John Deeres, plowin' through the clicks, Cultivatin' the bandwidth, while the signal light blinks.
Chorus:
It’s too wide for the gate, but it’s tappin' to my style, Cyber ranchin', late at night, with algorithms versatile. I’m pluckin' out them tractors, uploadin' beats on Mars, Captcha-lassoed my John Deere, now we’re dancin' with the stars.
Verse 4:
In the middle of the Turnstile, I saw the countryside swing, Rows of code like crops laid out, and the satellites sing. Farmin' data like hay bales, stackin' them bits up high, Patchin' up my firewalls like fences in July. Buzzin' on the pharmaceuticals, Staterra keeps me in line, Clouds rollin' from the THC, I'm floatin' past the borderline. They think they can keep me stuck in squares that shine so bright, But I’m drivin' that Deere through the firewalls, dancin' into night.
Chorus (Final):
It’s too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like, Ridin' shotgun with data winds, algorithmic country nights, I’m capturin' their tractors, lettin' them know I’m wild and free, Turnstiles can’t hold me down, I’m decryptin' my destiny.
