Everybody's tryna figure me out And that's all alright My top's down and I'm losing ground Ooh, and that's alright I lost count of the ticking clocks, baby And I can't feel my lungs
Oh, my God I feel like I might live inside of everyone's thoughts I wish I could slow the tape down To the point where everything stops Everybody's tryna figure me out now And I don't know why There are things I've done I can't deny They might have saved my life (Ah-ah) Everybody's got their own decisions And I know that I've got mine
And I'll be fine (Fine) Yeah, I'll be fine (Fine) Yeah, I'll be fine
Smoked out, bought a pack of lights Ooh, and I ain't done I built a jacked-up time machine To prove I was right Ooh, and clean it up
Renters' rights, squatters' rights I'll be the gatekeeper for the rest of my life I don't want your charity Spend a night in the cold if it keeps me free Everybody's got a bed they're sleeping in And I know that I've made mine
And that's alright (Right) Yeah, that's alright (Right) Yeah, that's alright And that's alright
You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (You're not gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (You're not gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (You're not gonna die) You think you're gonna die, but you're not gonna die (You're not gonna die) Everybody's tryna figure me out (Hold on) You think you're gonna die Everybody's tryna figure me out (It ain't over) You think you're gonna die Everybody's think they figured me out (Hold on) And that's alright (It ain't over) (You think you're gonna die) Yeah, that's alright
Compositores: Rostam, Danielle Haim, Alana Haim, Este Haim & Justin Vernon