Everything In New Orleans Is A Good

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

When You Got Nothin' / You Got Nothin' To Lose.

Beyond Here Lies Nothin' But The Mountains Of The Past

I Believe That Instinct Is What Makes A Genius A Genius.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.