My Ex Ask Me Where I'm Moving

I Don't Measure My Success Anymore By The Grammys. I Can't Because I'll Just End Up Crushed.

I Just Hope That You Miss Me A Little When I'm Gone.

When I Finish Writing A Rap Verse. It's A Lot Like Sex: You Start Off Slow With Ideas, Like Foreplay, And Then You Put Your All Into It. When You End It With The Perfect Thought, It's Like That Perfect Last Stroke.

People Only Talk About Me And Sweaters Because I Don't Give Them Anything Else To Talk About.

Baby She Look Like A Star, But Only On Camera, Only On Camera, Only On Camera.