[Part 1]

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