Oh me oh my Oh me oh my Oh me, oh my I've been stuck in my mind Cause they tryna steal my shine But I stay on the grind I'm not in my prime That's why I try But why do these people lie Man I wonder why I don't have a clue So I hop in a stu' Freestyling through, that's what I do Don't mess with me, I don't even know you When I'm in the stu', I always get a song done And then when it's done, I just got everyone like Ouuu (woah, woah, woah, woah) oh Yeah this is off the dome I'm doing this on my own I didn't read off a phone I'm just freestyling in the zone No matter how stressed I get, I won't let go No matter what, I'm still Zeyro No matter the views, I'll still feel alone No matter what, they still hate tho Oh me, oh my I've been stuck in my mind Cause they tryna steal my shine But I stay on the grind I'm not in my prime That's why I try But why do these people lie Man I wonder why They want me to stop now They hating a lot now But I'm on top now Don't take my spot now No I won't go away I'll wait for better days So don't get in my way Cause everything's okay right now I won't give up, not today I got to much to say You can't catch up, you're too late Why can't people learn to wait Oh me, oh my I've been stuck in my mind Cause they tryna steal my shine But I stay on the grind I'm not in my prime That's why I try But why do these people lie Man I wonder Why Wonder why oh Why Wonder why oh

For sale by owner sign On highway fifty-nine A signal of the times A turnin' of the page There used to be nothin' here But then nothin' disappeared The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields Have long since been replaced Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood Fast food, four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never would've thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Maybe I'm a sucker for Knowing who lives next door A view from my back porch A pinch of peace and quiet I can't get back the used to be's So I hang on to the memories Of when I could still look up And see the stars not streetlights shinin' The walls of the world are closin' in The spreadin' city spreads us thin We can't seem to make our ends, meet the black Never woulda thought it wouldn't last The way of life, time moved past What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back Now I get that progress has it's place And no regard for what it takes Wish it would slow it's pace and cut us all some slack 'Cause it's all changing way too fast A way of life that time moved past What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back