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?