Dallas Murrae is back with a vengeance, and his latest single, “Shasta,” might be his slickest flex yet. Written and recorded in a modest Nashville apartment with his closest friends, the track channels a fiery blend of luxury, loyalty, and lyrical flair. Murrae rides the beat with precision, name-dropping .458 Spiders, Canasta suits, and purple-tinted cups like they’re just Tuesday accessories. But beneath the bravado lies a sharp pen and a deep pride in his roots.
There’s something cinematic about “Shasta,” a smoky, late-night drive through Southern cities and personal memories, where Atlanta hotel suites and Tampa Bay metaphors blur into bars that snap like trap snares. Dallas is storytelling with style. He’s the curly-headed devil turning heads, the romantic outlaw who learned his moves from legends like Preston, and the streetwise poet gliding into a richer, more fearless life.
Every verse is laced with inside references, lived-in confidence, and an effortless cool that makes “you can never jack the sauce, playboy, that’s DNA” hit like a mantra. What sets this track apart is how personal it feels without sacrificing punch. Even with its luxury references and melodic bounce, “Shasta” never loses its rawness; it still feels like it was made on the floor with friends, not in some industry lab.
Dallas Murrae cements his place as both a stylist and a storyteller.