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 - this is about that very fire that doesn't die down, even when doused with a bucket of doubts.

Everything collapses, crumbles, bones ache, but hands reach out again to start over. No safety net, no backup plan. Because the only backup plan is to get up, dust yourself off, and keep going. What if it all burns to the ground? So be it. The main thing is that it burns with real passion.