Back Up Plan – Rare Americans (from “SCOOB!” soundtrack)
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Ayo, ayo
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