They Wanna See Me Pick Back Up,

Count My Own Money, See The Paper Cut Fingers?

Burn Bread Every Day Boy, No Toaster

Boys Will Break Your Heart. Real Men Will Pick Up The Pieces.

I Never Threw Away That Paper With My Grammy Speech Because I Haven't Hit The Pinnacles I Plan To Reach.

I Might Be Too Strung Out On Compliments, Overdosed On Confidence/ Started Not To Give A F- And Stop Fearing The Consequence/ Drinking Every Night Because We Drink To My Accomplishments.