I keep the kitchen grimy cooking up my next hit
I guess it’s how I was raised, and now I get paid
To go and write some bullshit a couple hours a day
I just pop a tune on and the music will move me
He locks himself in the basement constantly to write. And that’s all he does. He’s so into it, the music just flows out of him.
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