作词 : Steph Trivison/Daniel Kenneth Solovitz/Chris B. Harris/Mike Murray 作曲 : Steph Trivison/Daniel Kenneth Solovitz/Chris B. Harris/Mike Murray The house is a mess and I'm feeling stressed, yeah Reaching for reasons just to feel my best, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright I've been sleeping on couches And sleeping in cars Wasting my nights out at too many bars, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright
Well I pulled it together And I'll be giving up never Scratching at the surface even if it takes forever And I'll be alright I'll be alright
So I opened the door yeah when I heard the knock And now I'm trading rags for riches like Buffett's trading stocks, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright
I want champagne on an empty flight I want hall of fame, but at least you tried And if it's all the same I'm going home with my last name Up in, up in, up in bright lights
I'll take you up, up, up into the lights Where it's shining bright, so bright you feel the opposite of night Won't go down without a fight like a photo might Be worth a thousand words, no, I'm not the type I'm worth much more, that's what all of the fuss for Like bus doors, I'll let you in, I don't pretend, that's for sure I am the realest of real, for real I feel you feel that I'm over the hill, but I'm over you, chill Don't let my success deliver you stress The best, yes, leave you impressed, you're seeing finesse Don't say my effort was made for nothing, I'm saying this You're playing checkers, but I'm playing chess
Now I got champagne on an empty flight I am hall of fame, but at least you tried And if it's all the same I'm going home with my last name Up in, up in, up in bright lights
作词 : Steph Trivison/Daniel Kenneth Solovitz/Chris B. Harris/Mike Murray 作曲 : Steph Trivison/Daniel Kenneth Solovitz/Chris B. Harris/Mike Murray The house is a mess and I'm feeling stressed, yeah Reaching for reasons just to feel my best, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright I've been sleeping on couches And sleeping in cars Wasting my nights out at too many bars, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright
Well I pulled it together And I'll be giving up never Scratching at the surface even if it takes forever And I'll be alright I'll be alright
So I opened the door yeah when I heard the knock And now I'm trading rags for riches like Buffett's trading stocks, yeah I'll be alright I'll be alright
I want champagne on an empty flight I want hall of fame, but at least you tried And if it's all the same I'm going home with my last name Up in, up in, up in bright lights
I'll take you up, up, up into the lights Where it's shining bright, so bright you feel the opposite of night Won't go down without a fight like a photo might Be worth a thousand words, no, I'm not the type I'm worth much more, that's what all of the fuss for Like bus doors, I'll let you in, I don't pretend, that's for sure I am the realest of real, for real I feel you feel that I'm over the hill, but I'm over you, chill Don't let my success deliver you stress The best, yes, leave you impressed, you're seeing finesse Don't say my effort was made for nothing, I'm saying this You're playing checkers, but I'm playing chess
Now I got champagne on an empty flight I am hall of fame, but at least you tried And if it's all the same I'm going home with my last name Up in, up in, up in bright lights
