Piracy Doesn't Hurt An Artist Unless The

But Music Is Reflection Of Self, We Just Explain It, And Then We Get Our Checks In The Mail.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

If You Get Offended By My Music, Don't Listen To It.

Honestly, I Never Really Put The Mic Down.

To The People I Forgot, You Weren't On My Mind For Some Reason And You Probably Don't Deserve Any Thanks Anyway.