I don't jones for nothing Cause that's a waste Waste of space in my frontal lobe and I just sit, deal with it, don't have a fit Do you know what I'm sayin'? I just get as down as I can Don't look to relief from a troubled young man Just take a piece Sometimes it sucks Oh and then and then I say I looked the other way I changed my point of view And here's what I do, one time, check it out This too shall pass This too shall pass This too shall pass All the good times, all the bad times Face it bro, they all will pass Your problems will seem inconsequential and trivial When you realize one thing