Maybe I'm not some chosen one But, damnit, I'm my father's son And that's something I'm pretty proud to be
The colder days have drawn their guns The warmer days are on the run And I hate that I'm stuck right in between
I'll turn my grey skies blue Just tryna be like you
Going top down in that old Mercedes Music loud, go ahead and hate me Spare the nickel, I'll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat Hot coffee and a Trident pack Damn it, it's so good to be alive
Heroes come to save a mess You sewed the holes inside my chest And found a way to soak up all the stains
Got all my anger bottled up A drop away to fill that cup But any more and I might go insane
Oh, I'll turn my gray skies blue Just tryna be like you
Going top down in that old Mercedes Music loud, go ahead and hate me Spare the nickel, I'll just keep the dime
Find ways to cut the fat Hot coffee and a Trident pack Dammit, it's so good to be alive
Dammit, it's so good to be alive (Hey!)
Compositor: Mark Gregory Damboragian (Mark Ambor) (ASCAP)Editores: Lucky Socks (ASCAP), Universal Music Corporation (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #45537608 em 14/Ago/2024 com dados da UBEM