I Can't Believe We Really Made It,

When I'm Writing, I'm Thinking About How The Songs Are Going To Play Live. Fifty Bars Of Rap Don't Translate Onstage. No Matter How Potent The Music, You Lose The Crowd. They Want A Hook; They Want To Sing Your Stuff Back To You.

Word On Road Is The Clique About To Blow. You Ain't Gotta Run And Tell Nobody They Already Know

Done Sayin I'm Done Playin

A Lot Of People Sayin’ F*** Me. Problem Is They Be Telling Everybody But Me.

Boys Will Break Your Heart. Real Men Will Pick Up The Pieces.