Back in the day v3

[Intro – Spoken w/ guitar]
Yeah…
Funny how time flies when you're just tryin’ to live...

[Verse 1 – Rap-Country blend]
Back in the day, rode my bike through the mud
No worries in my head, just sweat and blood
Mama callin’ from the porch, “It’s gettin’ late!”
Now I’m watchin’ my own kid fillin’ up his plate

We had hand-me-down dreams and secondhand shoes
Now I’m teachin’ my boy not to fear the news
Still remember that tree I used to climb
Now I climb deadlines tryna buy more time

[Chorus – Sung w/ harmony]
Back in the day, we were wild and free
Climbed them trees, scraped up knees
Time flew by like a runaway train
Now I’m grown, but I still feel the same
Lookin’ back, I smile through the pain
Lord, I miss them back in the day things…

[Verse 2 – Reflective rap]
Pop’s truck was rust, but it got us around
Now I drive nice, but I miss that sound
From backyard ball to front porch talks
Now it’s boardrooms, bills, and sidewalk walks

Tryna slow it down but the world won’t wait
And them good ol’ days don’t come on a plate
Just memories now I hold like gold
Stories I’ll tell when my hair turns old

[Final Chorus – Bigger harmony, end strong]
Back in the day, we were wild and free
Climbed them trees, scraped up knees
Time flew by like a runaway train
Now I’m grown, but I still feel the same
Life moves fast, but one thing remains—
I still miss them back in the day things…

[Outro – Acoustic fade]
Yeah…
Back in the day...