I'm a product of a brain from a small town
With big dreams
Doing big things
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
A small town
I'm a product of a man who wants to write a song
Hoping somebody would sing along
Because
I'm not good at much
But I've got a touch for setting goals that are bigger than my wallet
Regardless
I don't have a million-dollar studio
But I can still play a piano
And I've got ends to meet
So I taught myself how to write a sick hip-hop beat, it's like
And yeah, I'm using computers
But I grew up playing real drums, and I ain't afraid to use 'em
And I can't help but spit out
These words that come straight from the heart and travel out of my mouth
And even though I've come this far
I still write all my songs on an acoustic guitar, it's like
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
With big dreams
Doing big things
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
A small town
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
With big dreams
Doing big things
I'm a product of a brain from a small town
A small town
I'm a product of a man that never sleeps at night
It seems no matter how hard I try, it's like
When I close my eyes
Time is passing by
And I don't want to miss a single moment
I know that this way of thinking is ridiculous
I confess
The less I sleep, the more obsessed
I become with wanting to rhyme everything that goes on in my mind all the time
While I try to convince myself that I'm alright
But when that beat comes
All that matters to me
Is that you clap your hands and bob your head and get on your feet
And if I'm keeping it real
I still wanna write some songs that make you feel