Buckaroo
Danceability68%
Energy84%
Acousticness2%
Instrumentalness0%
Speechiness4%
Liveness26%
Valence60%
Tempo124 bpm
KeyD major
Time Sig.4
Loudness-8.59 dB
Buckaroo is a playful, high-energy anthem celebrating the queer cowboy fantasy, blending rugged imagery with explicit tie-up and rough play: “Boots by the bed, spurs on the floor / Every little stroke makes the whole barn move.” This track embodies a demanding, passionate ride.
Lyrics
Rollin eyes and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
Boots by the bed, spurs on the floor
Sweat drippin down, but Im beggin for more
You got that grip, got that country groove
Every little stroke makes the whole barn move
Rope in your hand and Im tied up tight
Youre the sheriff of my Saturday night
Rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
Truck bed, rockin to a back row beat
Youre ridin me slow, but the rides so sweet
That milky prize, boy, you know the game
Were takin it slow, cause it aint that tame
Grinding gears, youre the boss of this town
But Im the one who wont let you down
Slap that cream, make it thick and rich
Well be churnin till we hit that switch
From the barn to the bedroom, back again
Were two bad cowboys, best of friends
Were just rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
Boots by the bed, spurs on the floor
Sweat drippin down, but Im beggin for more
You got that grip, got that country groove
Every little stroke makes the whole barn move
Rope in your hand and Im tied up tight
Youre the sheriff of my Saturday night
Rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
Truck bed, rockin to a back row beat
Youre ridin me slow, but the rides so sweet
That milky prize, boy, you know the game
Were takin it slow, cause it aint that tame
Grinding gears, youre the boss of this town
But Im the one who wont let you down
Slap that cream, make it thick and rich
Well be churnin till we hit that switch
From the barn to the bedroom, back again
Were two bad cowboys, best of friends
Were just rollin eyes, and churnin butter
Hands on me, yeah, under the cover
Slow turn, heat burn, keepin it true
Havin a wank with my buckeroo
Moons up high, stars shine blue
Manatomy ride, got me buckin for you
