| Just wanted to make them proud
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| But you can’t tell ups from downs
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| It’s all alright
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| You can find company
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| In hearts that beat all in sync
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| We’re all alright
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| We gon' be okay
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| We gon' be alright
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| Musta been 2:11 when the world ended
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| Least it felt like it at the time
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| Teenage years make a heart break worse
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| Plus a lot was going on
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| Couldn’t stop it at the time
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| Dad tried to flip the house
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| Funny that it all landed upside down
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| Known for being optimistic started feeling different
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| Couldn’t fix it started writing lyrics all because
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| Nobody tried to hear it
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| 'Round the same time
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| Hooked to the nicotine
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| Music and a smoke were synonymous to me it seemed
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| Paid prices, through devices
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| Both sides, obsessed with a vision
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| I know I could make mine
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| I knew it would take time
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| I knew they would doubt shine
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| Thought it was just music
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| Didn’t know that they would take sides
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| Freestyle at the party
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| They said turn it down
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| Sorry, was I talking over what you’re gossiping about?
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| Small town with dreams that didn’t involve skis
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| Lookin' at me like a weirdo, outside of the scene
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| Stuck to my friends not fucking with fair weather
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| But the maple showers brought out the May weather
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| Didn’t know what I was doing
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| But I knew I couldn’t stop
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| Wasn’t slowing down even when my 4th tape dropped
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| Round the time I was drunk most my Freshman year
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| Was so focused on my craft that my grades got weird
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| Just wanted to make them proud
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| But you can’t tell ups from downs
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| It’s all alright
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| You can find company
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| In hearts that beat all in sync
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| We’re all alright
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| Thought I figured out
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| I just wasn’t made for degrees
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| Went home then I went back early '14
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| All my friends had new friends
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| And I lived off campus
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| In a dingy apartment on a twin bed mattress
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| Sucked but I kept my grades up for a bit
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| I would kick it with some homies every now and again
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| But the Laramie cold was keeping me inside
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| And I was smokin' on the green when I needed to write
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| Wasn’t able to sleep or even write without it
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| And being alone, made my anxiety spike
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| If I was hanging with the group, I was drinkin' that night
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| Couldn’t handle being out without a drink in my sight
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| Was a mess working on the science of feeling tall
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| If it wasn’t for that tape, I wouldn’t get up at all
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| Recording on a mic that was USB
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| Thankfully I had Craig making all of my beats
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| Still strugglin' tryna be heard
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| Still a joke back home stuck in his work
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| Dropped science, to dead silence
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| I was like, «word»
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| They don’t get it yet, but I swear that it’s gon' work
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| Went back home for the summer
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| Met up with a girl that I used to love
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| But I was all messed up at the time because
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| I couldn’t deal with thinking about another end to us
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| She brought me back to life
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| Back in senior year
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| Couple months of that
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| And then she disappeared
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| She explained to me, and it made sense to me
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| That I couldn’t move forward with a heart and fear
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| So I got distant on some bitch shit
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| Can’t lie, I was truly being a dipshit like oh my
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| Knew I would move to Seattle then
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| Home never let me stay too long, I guess
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| Just wanted to make them proud
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| But you can’t tell ups from downs
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| It’s all alright
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| You can find company
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| In hearts that beat all in sync
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| We’re all alright
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| Music wasn’t makin' money
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| So I headed out to AI
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| Arts school so I thought cool Imma be fine
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| Family wanted a degree, cool Imma get mine
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| Not sure if I made the move for me at the time
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| I just had to get out
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| I was just tired of being home
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| Every ounce of my future was ridin' on a microphone
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| That’s a lot of pressure
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| Even for a kid that’s sure with no measure
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| To measure if my music was truly meant to deliver
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| Fell in love with the city
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| Fell back in love with my art
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| I was truly in the present, I learned to follow my heart
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| Truly independent, and finally makin' my mark
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| A Team Worldwide was steady lightin' a spark
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| 100K, a couple million, then 10's
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| Views gone crazy, I was over the fence
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| I was over the moon and then Neverland dropped
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| That right there but I’m never gonna land off
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| AI wasn’t really what I thought it would be
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| But I met a couple friends I’ve been happy to keep
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| Left that summer back home again |
| Then I started plotting out how the team would win
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| We decided that it was time that we all should meet
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| Overseas with the team for a couple of weeks
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| Patrick, Craig, Glenn, Gustav, and me
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| Set up in a cabin south of Stockholm streets
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| 5 musicians, 4 countries, 1 album
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| Took 5 years to make this our outcome
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| Used to ask how come, now they ask how
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| I just believed in it way more than most thou
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| I just remained me and painted what I’ve seen
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| Painting you all the lows and highs in these dreams
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| All the pleasure and pain
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| The sun that came after rain
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| Now we on our way
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| Life will never be the…
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| Same
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| Just wanted to make them proud
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| But you can’t tell ups from downs
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| It’s all alright
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| You can find company (22 and I’m way more)
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| In hearts that beat all in sync (22 and I’m way more)
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| We’re all alright (22 and I’m way more wise)
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| 22 and I’m way more wise to the fact
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| That the world makes plans that the mind can’t hatch
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| No heart makes dreams work and time can’t match
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| And I choose to be truth nothing rhymes like that |