Colter Black - Outlaws (Official Visualizer)

Outlaws is a hard-hitting Country Trap anthem by Colter Black, blending gritty outlaw country vocals, dusty Western melodies and cinematic guitars with brutal 808s, stomping trap drums and massive bass drops. Born for the open road, raised on freedom — this is the soundtrack for those who were never made for chains. Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2p3PH... ---------- [LYRICS] Yeah... We were never made for fences. Never made for chains. We were born beneath the open sky... Dust on the tires, moon on the hood, Running these roads like we always knew we would. Blacktop burning underneath our wheels, Ain't looking back at the way the world feels. Mama said, "Son, you better settle down," But there's too much fire in a small-town heart. Got a six-string hanging in the back, And a whole lotta trouble riding on our backs. We don't need a map, We don't need a name, Just a little gasoline And a reason to run away. We're OUTLAWS! Running where the wild wind blows. OUTLAWS! Ain't nobody telling us where to go. Black hats, blue skies, Fire burning in our eyes. If the whole damn world wants us gone... We'll ride all night long. Two old friends and a beat-up truck, Three bad decisions and a whole lotta luck. One had a heart that was colder than steel, One had a trigger finger and something to prove. We slept underneath that desert moon, Played our guitars till the morning came too soon. Every scar had a story to tell, Every town had a bar and a wishing well. We don't need a crown, We don't need a throne, Give us open country And a road of our own. We're OUTLAWS! Running where the wild wind blows. OUTLAWS! Ain't nobody telling us where to go. Black hats, blue skies, Fire burning in our eyes. If the whole damn world wants us gone... We'll ride all night long. They called us reckless... They called us lost... They called us everything Except what we were. We were free. One... Two... Three... OUTLAWS! OUTLAWS! OUTLAWS! Maybe someday these roads will end, Maybe we'll finally learn to settle in. But when I hear that old highway call, I'll remember why we ran at all. 'Cause freedom ain't a place you find, It's a fire you carry inside. And even when the years roll on, A part of that outlaw never dies. So raise your glass to the ones who left, To the ones still running from regret. To every dream they couldn't kill, To every soul that refuses to kneel. We're OUTLAWS! Running where the wild wind blows. OUTLAWS! Ain't nobody telling us where to go. Black hats, blue skies, Fire burning in our eyes. We were born beneath the open sky... And we'll ride until we die. No chains... No crown... No master... Just the road. ---------- Welcome to the official channel of Colter Black. Country roots meet brutal trap production. Every release blends authentic country melodies, gritty outlaw vocals, acoustic guitars, banjos and harmonicas with hard-hitting 808s, cinematic sound design and massive trap drops to create a unique Country Trap sound. If you enjoy Country Trap, Country Rap, Southern Trap, Outlaw Country, Bass Music and cinematic Western-inspired music, you're in the right place. 🔔 Subscribe for new original music, official visualizers and music videos. Tip: Listen with headphones or a powerful sound system for the best experience. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ © Colter Black. All Rights Reserved. #ColterBlack #CountryTrap #CountryRap #SouthernTrap #OutlawCountry #TrapMusic #BassMusic #OriginalMusic