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Aint Comin Back
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Country
Aint Comin Back was released on May 21, 2025 by F.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C as a part of the album I Want 2 Die in a Double Wide
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Release DateMay 21, 2025
LabelF.O.W.B Independent Records L.L.C
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Country Lunatic
Country Lunatic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daryl Johnson Jr
Daryl Johnson Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daryl Johnson Jr
Daryl Johnson Jr
Producer

Lyrics

[intro]
Ain’t no note, just a busted tail light
Headed out west in the dark of night
Left my kin, my sins, and a bag of dope
Ain’t no prayers when you lose all hope
[hook]
Ain’t comin’ back, left that life
With a broke-ass heart and a pocket knife
Just a ghost in a dodge on a gaslight run
Headed straight to hell with the high beams on
Ain’t comin’ back, don’t wait up
Tell mama i love her, but my soul’s done stuck
Out where the dirt roads whisper my name
And the past plays tag in the rearview frame
[verse 1]
They said i’d die in that trailer court
Either cops or the dope, or the judge’s report
But i peeled off clean like a bandage tear
Leavin’ blood on the porch and smoke in the air
They don’t know where the highway bends
Where the guardrail hums and the devil grins
Had to go where the silence eats
And the dead don’t talk but they shuffle feet
I got flashbacks playin’ on loop and static
That .45 hum got a tune so tragic
If i see a light, i’ll swerve off course
Been runnin’ from pain, not chasin’ no north
[hook]
Ain’t comin’ back, left that life
With a broke-ass heart and a pocket knife
Just a ghost in a dodge on a gaslight run
Headed straight to hell with the high beams on
Ain’t comin’ back, don’t wait up
Tell mama i love her, but my soul’s done stuck
Out where the dirt roads whisper my name
And the past plays tag in the rearview frame
[verse 2]
Boots on the dash, mind in a ditch
Every mile feel like a funeral pitch
Had friends, had love, had dogs and doubt
Now it’s just me and the route i’m without
Somewhere a grave got my damn initials
But fuck that plot — i was born unofficial
No choir, no hearse, just black ice fate
And a .22 rattle in a glovebox crate
Maybe i’ll crash out soft by a pine
Or fade in a meth-high crossin’ state lines
But one thing true, and that’s this track
When i drove off, i ain’t comin’ back
[outro]
Tell the kids i’m a myth in boots
Tell the law they too slow for roots
Tell the preacher i spit in the prayer book’s face
And i left with the wind like a goddamn disgrace
Written by: Daryl Johnson Jr
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