Mm
Yeah

I been crossing towns they don’t circle online
Still the same sun set on county line
Everybody chasing where the grass turn gold
I learned roots don’t shift when the miles get old
Hands on the wheel, no rush in my chest
If I’m late, I’m late — I still show correct
I don’t redraw truth just to make it fit
Some things stay put when the story bends

You can name it different
Paint it new
But the ground don’t listen
It remembers you

Lines on the map don’t move
No matter how far you go
I don’t run from where I’m from
I just learned how to hold it close
I don’t fight that truth
I don’t try to prove
What already knows my boots
Lines on the map don’t move

I seen folks change accents, change crews
Still fold under weight they refuse
I ain’t loud about it, I just stay
Same dirt talk every time I step away
Pressure don’t scare me, it teach
What bends, what break, what reach
I don’t need a flag in the ground
If I stand still, it’s found

Lines on the map don’t move
(no, they don’t)
No matter how far you go
I don’t run from where I’m from
I just learned how to hold it close
I don’t fight that truth
I don’t try to prove
What already knows my boots
Lines on the map don’t move

I ain’t boxed in
I’m anchored
There’s a difference
I’m planted

Lines on the map don’t move
Yeah, and neither do I
I just stand a little taller now
Looking back with clearer eyes
I don’t chase that proof
I don’t need that view
I know exactly what’s true
Lines on the map don’t move