That Was Your Bad, How Could You

I Can't Hear The Critics Talking Over The Applause.

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.

Callin My Ex-girl Or E-mailin My Mama, You're The Only One That's Causin Me This Drama.

People Around You Should Really Have Nothin' To Say. Me, I'm Just Proud Of The Fact That You've Done It Your Way.

We All Got Dreams And We All Star Reaching