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Why did you have to come down On me that hard Just 'cuz I stole that cop's car And drove it through your yard So you think I'm crazy How much could I be? Still you're always asking What's wrong with me. What's wrong with you What's wrong with you Is everything I do Never good enough? I'm not your brother I'm not your dad I'm not the medicine you'd rather have Well I'm a joker Some think I'm bad But I'm the best thing that you've never had. How come your lame ass rich friends All turned and ran When I threw a fistful of firecrackers Letras de cancionesIn a ceiling fan So I spoiled your party It's the same old tale You're spending less on groceries Than on my bill What's wrong with you What's wrong with you Is everything I do Never good enough? I'm not your brother I'm not your dad I'm not the medicine you'd rather have Well I'm a joker Some think I'm bad But I'm the best thing that you've never had. From Letras Mania