I'm not really on a hustle But I must admit I still enjoy the grind Now traffic doesn't bother me at all 'Cause for once I'm not racing time
[Chorus] Questions I used to ask myself Answers I needed now Problems seem so unsolveable But nothing much bothers me now Nothing bothers me at all
I'm falling down again But it seems this time I can't break my fall But if I hurt myself I'll put my band-aid on And I'll fall, fall again
[Chorus] Questions I used to ask myself Answers I needed now Problems seem so unsolveable But nothing much bothers me now Nothing bothers me at all
[Part Two:] Nothing's perfect But today is close as it will ever ever be Making songs is hard when your happy No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days
[Chorus 2] But why should I be bothered at all When everyday I have a ball Why should I care what you think about my songs Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all
Told my manager I had nothing scandalous to say Told my publicist, "Note this, OK?" Leave me by the beach today So I can feel the breeze And watch the children play
[Chorus 2] So why would I be bothered at all When everyday I have a ball Why should I care what you think about my songs Why would I be bothered by the things you say at all
No meetings or phone calls They only plan to catch you All the words I see Flying up above of me Hope they have a very, very, very, very, very Very nice day
Bình luận
{{(count_comment == 0)?(''):(count_comment+' Bình luận')}}
Những bình luận hàng đầu
{{comment.username}}
{{comment.content}}
{{item.username}}
{{item.content}}