Baby you're my everything, you're all I ever wanted, we can do it real big, bigger than you've ever done it.

Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers?

I write best about two things, which is evident from the cover of So Far Gone: the constant quest to understand love and money.

I heard it's nothin new except for someone new but how you s'posed to find the one when anyone'll come with you?

It's such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen. The men are jealous and the women all in competition.

All them 5s need to listen when the 10 is talking

I like sweaters. I have a sweater obsession, I guess.