Backup Plan (feat. Luke Combs)

It smells of sweat, guitar distortion and that stubbornness that cannot be cured by years or failures. When the world politely hints, ‘Maybe it's time to stop dreaming?’, something clicks inside, and the ‘actually, I'm just getting warmed up’ mode kicks in. This isn't about logical steps and career plans - it's about that fire that doesn't go out, even when doused with a bucket of doubts.

Everything collapses, crumbles, your bones ache, but your hands reach out to pick up the pieces again. No safety net, no escape route. Because the only backup plan is to get up, dust yourself off and carry on. What if it all burns to the ground? So be it. The main thing is that it burns brightly.