Mama tried to save us from the streets, but the streets were too strong.

You're the first, the last, and my everything and the answer to all my dreams. You're my sun, my moon, my guiding star, my kind of wonderful, that's what you are

Leave me alone. I'm fine.

I never learned to read or write music. Never wanted to fool with scales. That was boring, forced. The music I heard was free - flowing.

I'm so thankful that your mine, your sweetness is my weakness.

Everyone to me has to pick a subject to talk about in music if you're going to be a writer.

I woke up when I was 14 and went to speak to my mother and scared us both to death.