I Got This

Down in the valley where I started to pine Buried by the weight of each day But I picked me a mountain and I started to climb Now every reason has a rhyme I'm up here in the atmosphere (I got this) The sun is shinin' and my eyes are clear (I got this) I can see all a my problems from here (I got this) I got this In the hush of the mornin' in the misty still When all of the pages are blank Write you a story you can proudly tell They say the best revenge is living well