Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Vocals
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Drums
Flea
Flea
Bass Guitar
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Kiedis
Anthony Kiedis
Songwriter
Chad Smith
Chad Smith
Songwriter
Flea
Flea
Songwriter
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Fig
Paul Fig
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Chris Holmes
Chris Holmes
Mixing Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure, I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
I wish it were so when you told me that you were solid gold
[Verse 2]
Gravity free is she, look at her
Highness on a mattress full of anti-matter
You never left a very mellow impression
You smell or you go to hell expression
Qiuxoticelixer might but it probably will not fix your bite
Tell me now, tell me how did I get your lipstick on my kite?
[Chorus]
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming in it's perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm
Just keep it coming in it's perfect form
[Verse 3]
Everyday depression in a beautiful dress
Oh, lady made a beautiful mess, I guess
Dedicated mind in a medicated state is a highly overrated thing
Terrible wizard soul what you told me, that there is such a thing
Do you know that you glow when you go from winter into spring?
[Chorus]
I love this weather, it's a perfect storm
Just keep it coming in it's perfect form
I love this weather 'cause it keep me warm
Just keep it coming in it's perfect form
[Bridge]
The madder the boy, the sadder the song
Now it's a wicked fate but the sick get strong
Mad boy, sad song
A wicked fate but the sick get strong
Nobody's wrong and everyone's wrong
I refuse to punt on forth and long
Mad boy, sad song
Wicked fate but the sick get
[Verse 4]
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure, I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking, baby, but not yet sunk
How I listened low when you told me
That I was all you had to hold
I wish it were so when you told me that you were solid gold
[Outro]
I swear to God I could not hurt you
I got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
[Outro]
I stand before there's not no curfew
I long to be inside your virtue
My heart is swollen when I search you
[Outro]
I swear to God I could not hurt you
My heart is swollen when I search you
I swear to God I could not hurt you
[Outro]
I swear to God I could not hurt you
I got to be inside your virtue
I can't contain my urge to search you
Written by: Anthony Kiedis, Chad Smith, Flea, John Frusciante
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