I don't talk to the groupies. I talk to nice, upstanding women. The groupies don't get my attention. It's the women that I like.

Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.

Somedays you just have to create your own sunshine.

Patience is key for getting over a breakup. That, and trailing off your interaction after the breakup.

They always tell me nobody's working as hard as you and even though I laugh it off man, it's probably true.

I took a chance with my heart and I feel it taking over

You know it's real when you are who you think you are