^{James Arthur:} I know you get tongue-tied, and you trip over your words Spend all of your young life on your tiptoes, and it hurts Feel like you break down every other day You know it's okay not to be okay Feels like you piss people off whenever you talk Tired of this tightrope, this tightrope you walk Darling, you're way, way too hard on yourself I don't know why, why you don't ask for help It doesn't mean we're giving up the fight now Everybody needs a place to hide out, hide out Come, come meet me at my treehouse Yeah, we'll be blowing sweet clouds Yeah, we can pretend the world's just you and me When the lights are out below us (Oh, oh) You ever start to freak out (Freak out) Come meet me at my treehouse We can forget the world, just you and me Aw, yeah, it's alright, alright, alright now It's alright, alright, alright now ^{Shotty Horroh:} Ayy It's alright, alright not to be alright (Alright, alright, alright) I know you have hopeless days and sleepless nights (Ayy) You workin' a job that you don't even like And it got so dark, you can't see the lights They don't know what you feel inside And I can't say that I do too But I'd like to get to run this thing (Ayy) You can say what you feel too if you need to I ain't judgin', nah I'm just wonderin' when you're coming back To this treehouse and this hideout If you need a little time out Smoke a little and just vibe out ^{James Arthur:} Come, come meet me at my treehouse Yeah, we'll be blowing sweet clouds Yeah, we can pretend the world's just you and me When the lights are out below us (Oh, oh) You ever start to freak out (Freak out) Come meet me at my treehouse We can forget the world, just you and me Aw, yeah, it's alright, alright, alright now ^{Ty Dolla $ign:} (Ayy) Girl, I wanna see you shinin' (Shinin') Only the best for you, I cover you in diamonds (Diamonds) Matchin' Rollies, now we both got perfect timin' (Oh) You don't care about the money, but now you smilin' Makin' love on a beach on a private island Roll the gas up, watch the sun risin' Hit the Louis store, pray they got both our sizes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ^{James Arthur:} Come, come meet me at my treehouse Yeah, we'll be blowing sweet clouds Yeah, we can pretend the world's just you and me When the lights are out below us (Oh, oh) You ever start to freak out (Freak out) Come meet me at my treehouse We can forget the world, just you and me Aw, yeah, it's alright, alright, alright now You can say whatever you like Ain't no judgin' up in this height You can be who you are with you It's alright, alright, alright now It's alright, alright, alright now It's alright, alright, alright now It's alright, alright, alright now It's alright, alright, alright now