I write best about two things, which is evident from the cover of So Far Gone: the constant quest to understand love and money.
Haters will broadcast your failure, but whisper your success.
You got your guards up, I do too, there's things we might discover. Cause you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other.
Mind in one place, heart in another.
I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart.
Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment