Lyric Riffs

Dec 12, 2017

Bitch ass nigga got no clout (got no clout)/Talking shit, run in your house (run in your house)/I got this Uzi in my couch (I’m in your couch)/Run in my shit, I take you out (I take you out)

from Clout lyrics by Lil Uzi Vert

A wee man flexes over a soft beat. He’s standing atop his pedestal shouting at the world that he has not only the clout to be a top dog, but an extensive resume to back it up. Lyrics shoot out of his mouth like a submachine gun and he’s aiming for any and everyone who has ever doubted him. In the process he’s taking all the women and money he can get his hands on, a fiend with an insatiable appetite. The world is his oyster and anyone who tries to take it from him is going to be met with fury. He’s blinded by his rage and is unable to see how shaky his verses really are. All bark and no bite, a tiny dog hiding behind the fence of fame.


Dec 12, 2017

Hungover in a hotel room/Cell phone’s dead/You’re stretched out next to me/Lost somewhere in a dark whiskey dream

from Hungover in a Hotel Room lyrics by Luke Bryan

It’s the morning after and he’s wondering what the hell happened. When he looks over he sees his pretty lady still in bed snoozing away. The image of her silhouette has him searching for the moment, and as it slowly comes to him he can’t help but crack a smile. He wants to preserve the feeling he had when he first laid eyes on her and keep the passion burning, a night he’ll remember forever.


Dec 12, 2017

If you love her like you say you do/Then why don’t you love her like you say you do/’Cause I wanna love her like you say you do/If you ain’t gonna treat her right

from Like You Say You Do lyrics by Luke Bryan

The old sidle move, a technique employed by the weak and self-serving. He’s playing hero ball, wanting to be the John Wayne figure who comes in and saves the day. The damsel in distress is catching his ear and he can’t get on his white horse fast enough to rescue her. The charade is a tired cliche come to life, the faint echo of a bygone era. He’s Superman looking for Lois Lane.


Dec 12, 2017

It’s five o’clock, so we’re drinking again/Wearing flip flops, so we’re drinking again/There’s a jukebox, so we’re drinking again/We’re all drinking again

from Drinking Again lyrics by Luke Bryan

The tempo picks up and Luke Bryan gets to honky tonkin’. There’s no stopping him, he’s a country western Godzilla smashing through everything in his path. Of course before he starts his rampage he needs to get properly sauced, some liquid courage to get him going. It’s a drunkard’s anthem and he’s invited all his buddies along for the festivities; the sonic equivalent to Bud Light.


Dec 12, 2017

Well, I don’t know it all/Hey, but I know how it feels/To be the guy that’s trying to come back from behind/Just trying to win lif

from Win Life lyrics by Luke Bryan

The classic grind song with a country twist. He’s been through the ringer once or twice and wants to encourage those who’ve been through the same to keep trying. Small victories are important to him, and he believes that learning to get up is more important than learning to succeed. He’s trying to string together one win at a time and hoping that in the end it’ll lead to a life well lived.


Dec 12, 2017

I got my dirt road cred when I was twelve/On a no cab tractor hauling them bales/Backing in boats, fishing limb lines/Running bird dogs through the Georgia pines

from What Makes You Country lyrics by Luke Bryan

A simple run down on what makes a man or woman country; the equivalent to the ever popular street cred rap. The bucking guitar brings it up to modern day standards, which is a draw for all the young cowboys and girls out there. For him it’s an intuitive process, something that you’re born with and eventually grow into. He’s proud and celebrating his roots as a simple man with a big heart.


Dec 12, 2017

Just tell me where to point these lights/Yeah, I might be the one behind the wheel/But you’re driving this thing tonight/You’re driving this thing tonight

from Driving This Thing lyrics by Luke Bryan

LB hits the road again and with him is his special little lady. He’s used to being the one in control, but tonight he’s choosing to defer to her. Playing Robin to her Batman is a role he doesn’t mind taking, the only thing that matters is that they’re together. With her leading the way, he’s free to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. She’s the boss now and he couldn’t be happier.


Dec 12, 2017

So you might pick it up one day/And you might learn a couple pretty cool things/That I love to do/Then you can take it and spin it, and fit it

from Pick It Up lyrics by Luke Bryan

Back on his moral high horse, hoping that his clean living will rub off on those around him. He’s making sure to say ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’, and hold doors for all those trailing behind. Good habits are the foundation of his life, and those values serve as his main source of inspiration. Being a good boy is a priority and everything he projects is squeaky clean; so much so that he’s transparent.


Dec 12, 2017

She’s dancing like every guy in here ain’t watching her/Do her thang, make it rain/God to mighty/She’s breaking necks, got them spilling beer

from She's a Hot One lyrics by Luke Bryan

LB looks to dirty up his image a little bit by hitting the club. With a few beers in him he’s starting to loosen up, letting the fiend in him take over for the night. He’s got his eye on a woman who is moving on the dance floor like a serpent. His immediate instinct is to throw a wad of cash at her like she’s a stripper. According to him she’s a hot mess, but worth pursuing for the chase alone.


Dec 12, 2017

Hooked on the feeling of a summer in the south/Hooked on the dust flying up from a plow/Hooked on them blue eyes, hair falling down/Hooked on her then, still hooked on her now

from Hooked On It lyrics by Luke Bryan

A small town country boy reveals some of his most gripping addictions. It’s a mild, aw-shucks confessional that is more innocent than it is edgy. He’s being cheeky and embracing the lifestyle that has made him into what he is today. His biggest vices include beer, blue eyes and dust from a plow. The sum of his addictions is the main fodder advertisers use for beer commercials. Bland and tiresome.



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