So Please Take A Seat If You

I Always View My Music Like A City At Night, Like Atlanta. I View My Music In Lights. So Far Gone Would Be My Experiences In Toronto At Night.

Count My Own Money, See The Paper Cut Fingers?

That Was Your Bad, How Could You Pass Up On Em? He Just Take Them Records And He Gas Up On Em.

It's Not Like I'm Not Writing Great Music Anymore, It's Just That I Want To Take It Another Level.

The Inside Of My Wallet Is Pasture(past Your) Green.