[Verse]

Uh... garage blood still fresh on the concrete, mayne...

Old valley enemy starin' back dead...

Wife's eyes cut deeper than the .45...

Can't bury the truth... feel me

...[Verse 1]

Body heavy in the wheelbarrow, backyard midnight black,

Shovel bite the earth slow, sweat mix with the flashback.

JB turned Gringo quiet, diggin' graves for the past sins,

Old mob ties resurrect, pull me back in the spin.

Wife step out the door, porch light hit her face pale,

See the hole, see the shape, whole marriage derailed.

She knew the money clean now, but not where it root from,

Didn't know nights like this came with the kingdom.

Questions hang heavy, "Who is he? What you done?"

Truth spill like the blood, under that Texas moon.

Son sleep inside dreamin', innocent from the storm,

But mama's voice shake, "This life ain't the norm."

She offer the exit: pack light, leave the cash, disappear,

Or she tell the world everything, make the secret clear.

Can't raise hand to her, love too real for that dark,

So I take the walk alone, heart ripped apart.[Hook] (sung long, emotional drag, screwed deep)

Can't bury that... truth rise from the ground slow,

Secrets turn to ghosts, everywhere I go...

Bury the body deep, but the past won't sleep,

Can't bury that... pain cut too deep, mayne...

Can't bury that... love lost in the dirt,

Build it all clean, but the old life still hurt

...[Verse 2]

Load the truck light, no chains, no whips, no stack,

Drive south to the border, ain't never comin' back.

Mexico call again, brother's spot in the hills hide,

Gringo wanderin' empty, soul half died.

Wife's words echo loud, "Don't call, don't write, don't show,"

Kids' faces in the rearview, hardest lettin' go.

From sober kingpin to exile in the heat once more,

Back where the blood started, knockin' on death's door.

Can't bury the love, can't bury the guilt ride,

Every shovel of dirt just multiply the inside.

JB dream shatter quiet, pieces in the night wind,

Hustle gave everything... then took it again.

South Texas curses, cycle spinnin' round slow,

One grave in the yard... but the real one's in my soul(fading digging sounds, wind howling)

Dirt pile high... truth still breathin' underneath...

Gringo headin' south... three years of grief...

Can't bury that... ever... mayne...

Pain forever... feel me...