I never cheated, for the record, back when I was with you. But you believed in everything but me girl, I don't get you
The past which you carry in your purse is a gift and a curse when you goin' head first.
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi. I race for your love, Shake-n-Bake, Ricky Bobby
The contract like '91 Dan Marino. I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boostin my ego.
We all got dreams and we all star reaching
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.