I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
And that's just the way of things
Well, it only comes together when I'm melting down
It only comes together when I'm melting down
It only comes together when I'm melting down
And that's just the way of things
My poor mom and dad, I'm doing them dirty
They gave me my life, I give them their worry
I'll drop dead someday, I'm not in a hurry
But I coulda fooled me
‘Cause I only make good music when I'm f*ckеd up bad
I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
I only makе good music when I'm f*cked up bad
And that's just the way of things
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My poor mom and dad, I'm doing them dirty
They gave me my life, I give them their worry
I'll drop dead someday, I'm not in a hurry
But I coulda fooled me
Because I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
I only make good music when I'm f*cked up bad
And that's just the way of things
And that's just the way of things