Alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I been workin' everyday can't get used to it
Lotta bills that weren't paid I put in the music
You don't do nothin' with your talents then you might just lose it
I ain't never been a saint but I know God approve me
He know I been rollin' everyday like I can't abuse it
He know if it's ever bout to cake I run straight to it
Don't know if I'll get a second plate can't be late to it
These folks might fake it in your face I see straight through it
You might be givin' too much hate to see what God doing
I chase that shit I envision it this is not a Buick
I'm from the home of the brave but this shit not Truist
This battery inside my back it got me goin' stupid
Alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright
I'm alright