I lift a foot off of the bridge, yeah
Thought of how it'd be to soar
And if I was to meet my end, ooh
I'd stand before some kind of door
When asked with my life what I've done
I screamed, "I wrote some f*cking songs"
Yeah, I wrote some f*cking songs
Yeah, I did some good, I did some wrong
I wrote some f*cking songs
One twenty mama