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 Questions I used to ask myself Answers I needed now Problems seemed so unsolvable 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 Questions I used to ask myself Answers I needed now Problems seemed so unsolvable But nothing much bothers me now Nothing bothers me at all Nothing's perfect But today is close as it will ever ever be Making songs is hard when you're happy No one wants to hear about your lovely, lovely days But why should I be bothered at all When every day 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, 'No press, ok?' Leave me by the beach today so I can feel the breeze And watch the children play So why would I be bothered at all When every day 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? © WB MUSIC CORP.; ISSY & NEMO TUNES; DWE MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com