Back Up Plan - Rare Americans

Looks like we got a mystery on our hands

It takes one to know one, homie, jump in a van

I got your tail, pal, I know you got mine

I share my snacks with you anytime

We don’t have a back-up plan

We’re all in this, no turnin' back

We don’t have a back-up plan

But I know that I can count on you in the end

Ayo, ayo

When I’m scared stiff, when I see the jaws of defeat

You say, no throwin' in the towel, man, get back on your feat

In a world full of worries, in a world full of villains

It’s you and me chillin', bumpin' Queen and Bob Dylan

We don’t have a back-up plan

We’re all in this, no turnin' back

We don’t have a back-up plan

But I know that I can count on you in the end

Never once wondered, Scoob, where are you, man?

Feel like we know each other like the back of our hands

When I see ghosts, when I get spooked

I feel okay lookin' over at you

When I see ghosts, when I get spooked

I feel okay lookin' over at you, at you

We don’t have a back-up plan

We’re all in this, no turnin' back

We don’t have a back-up plan

But I know that I can count on you in the end

Ayo, ayo