I Keep Hearing I'm A Crazy Party

So I Swear To God, I Took One Year Where I Just Said, This Year, I'm Just Going To Cop To It And Say To People, 'okay, Where Did We Meet?' But It Just Got Worse. People Were More Offended. Every Now And Then, Someone Will Give Me Context, And I'll Say, 'thank You For Helping Me.' But I Piss More People Off. You Get This Thing, Like, 'you're Being Egotistical. You're Being Conceited.' But It's A Mystery To Me, Man. I Can't Grasp A Face And Yet I Come From Such A Design/aesthetic Point Of View. I Am Going To Get It Tested.

Success Is A Beast. And It Actually Puts The Emphasis On The Wrong Thing. You Get Away With More Instead Of Looking Within.

By The Time This Concert Ends This Evening, 30,000 Africans Will Have Died Because Of Extreme Poverty. By This Time Tomorrow Evening, Another 30,000. This Does Not Make Sense.

I've Been In These Tabloids For 14 Years Now, And At Some Point You Just Become A Zen Master Of It All

It May Be A Brief Interruption - Just A Few Seconds - But What If Someone Sitting Near You Is Trying To Make A Decent Bootleg? Did You Ever Think Of That? Now All Those Street-corner Copies Are Permanently Defiled By Your So-called 'emergency.' Don't Be So Damn Selfish.