Gonna Be Alright
I'm sorry 'bout the way
I need an answer for dismay
But that's exactly the way I feel
I never meant to irritate
I never meant to imitate
Exactly the thing I fear
I know I tend to drift away
Whenever I'm afraid to pay
The penance for what I've done
In other lives I made
The the case that I was falling
Toward some grace
I never could get me none
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
Triple guessing second guesses
Broken records, torn up dresses
Gotta get my heart rate down
Feeling lucky ain't so lucky
Kissing strangers, where's the danger?
Think I need my pills right now
Parasitic agitator, try my best
I still frustrate her
Always knew I'd get this call
Since I was a little boy
I knew the perils of my joy
I knew that one day I'd crawl
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
Ill fated, second rated
Little under-medicated
I don't even want your praise
A little dated, well mated
Sorta over-educated
I can't seem to break this haze
Tell me stories 'bout your glories
'Bout your mama and your worries
Tell me how your hopes got sunk
Toy trains, Leslie Haynes
A little whiskey in your veins
Tell me how the crow got drunk
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
I need an answer for dismay
But that's exactly the way I feel
I never meant to irritate
I never meant to imitate
Exactly the thing I fear
I know I tend to drift away
Whenever I'm afraid to pay
The penance for what I've done
In other lives I made
The the case that I was falling
Toward some grace
I never could get me none
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
Triple guessing second guesses
Broken records, torn up dresses
Gotta get my heart rate down
Feeling lucky ain't so lucky
Kissing strangers, where's the danger?
Think I need my pills right now
Parasitic agitator, try my best
I still frustrate her
Always knew I'd get this call
Since I was a little boy
I knew the perils of my joy
I knew that one day I'd crawl
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
Ill fated, second rated
Little under-medicated
I don't even want your praise
A little dated, well mated
Sorta over-educated
I can't seem to break this haze
Tell me stories 'bout your glories
'Bout your mama and your worries
Tell me how your hopes got sunk
Toy trains, Leslie Haynes
A little whiskey in your veins
Tell me how the crow got drunk
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
But it's gonna be alright
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Cory Young
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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