It Sometimes Feels Like A Strange Movie,

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat

I Think My First Album Opened A Lot Of Doors For Me To Push The Freedom Of Speech To The Limit.

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!

Love Is Just A Word, But You Bring It Definition.

At Least Have The Decency In You / To Leave Me Alone, When You Freaks See Me Out / In The Streets When I'm Eating Or Feeding My Daughter