Travisty - The Wood Lyrics

Yeah
I say, my God, it feels good to be from Trotwood
Talkin' off Olive Road, by the old high school, where I got good
I got, big plans, I ain't even tryna' blow it
From a, different land and I think everybody know it
I say, my God, it feels good to be from Trotwood
I said my city hella quiet, but I'm, I'm making noise
I'ma turn it up a couple notches, they can't avoid it
If they talkin' bout me, I just scrap it, it's not important
When I see a bag, I'm Tom Hanks, I run Forrest
I've been kickin' ass and breakin' rules, I'm Chuck Norris
I might wake up early, hit the trail, to Sycamore
Said the city movin' kinda slow, like of course
When I think about an open field, I'm thinkin' mi amor
Somethin' bout the way the city movin, it done made me
Feel like I've been bankin' Fifth Third since a baby
Officer, I said my wrist hurt, I'm barely 18
Shout out to my only brother, passin' by the Muffler Brothers
Tryna keep it undercover
I see the police creepin, tell em' I want nothin' from em
I heard niggas say I ain't the same me, big facts
I done found a bag, it's worth like eight keys
I say, my God, it feels good to be from Trotwood
Talkin' off Olive Road, by the old high school, where I got good
I got, big plans, I ain't even tryna' blow it
From a, different land and I think everybody know it
I say, my God, it feels good to be from Trotwood