Everybody wants to be the girl
Everybody wants to be extraordinarily beautiful
Everybody wants to rule the world, or the room at least
And assume that they'll be the one with a crowded funeral
Everybody wants to have the time
Everybody wants to count their calories, and money, and their likes
Baby, my job is just to rhyme, and I'm fine with that
Don't concern myself with all of the lives I might've had
I don't think I'm too fat, or too skinny for that matter
I see photos of vacations and I know they're faking laughter
It's a trip, you only got one shot, let her rip
Take a dip, have a smoke, try to laugh at the jokes
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
Even planet Earth took seven days
Even if it looks real, you can fake it in a million different ways
Nobody chose to have their face, but you're stuck with it
So rather than counting my curses, I try to stay positive
I don't think I'm perfect, but I got some things together
I see photos of proposals that I know are empty gestures
Get a grip, you only got one shot, let her rip
Take a dip, have a smoke, try to laugh at the jokes (ha)
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
I don't like myself some of the time
No, I don't like myself some of the time
'Cause I fuck up a lot and fall behind
No, I don't like myself some of the time
When I write songs and tell myself it's art
And I drink alcohol 'til I see stars
When I isolate myself 'til I'm too proud to ask for help
When life gets hard, 'cause life gets hard
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
I like myself most of the time time
Is that a crime? Is that a crime?
