Grown Man Vibes

[Verse] Whiskey on the rocks, heavy boots on the ground, Got the weight of the world, still I don't make a sound. Life handed me cards, they ain't aces or kings, But I shuffle 'em up, see what the next round brings. [Verse 2] Rodeos and rap shows, two-step to the beat, Wranglers on my legs, got swagger in the street. Chores in the morning, studio till night, Country boy hustle, gotta get my life right. [Chorus] Feeling grown, man, grown, Own two stomping grounds—country and home. Work at sunrise, spit rhymes under moon, Life's a rodeo, not slowing down soon. [Verse 3] Red dirt and city lights, blend like whiskey neat, Wrote my own bible, rapping 'bout my feats. Wife in the kitchen baking bread, sweet aroma, Me in the barn, composing rhyme diploma. [Bridge] Fence posts, microphones, dual identities, Hay bales and beats, bathed in melodies. Ordinary daylight, extraordinary dreams, Grew from a boy to a man with extremes. [Verse 4] Lucky strike puffing, cowboy hat tipped down, Got a hustle, got a heart, and I'm fixing to town. Dust settles around me, stories in the wind, Grown man status, every verse I penned.