I just want some head in a comfortable bed.

When I think of myself, I think of Toronto. My music would never sound the way it does if it weren't for Toronto.

I get it, I get it. I get it, I get it. Your hustle don't ever go unnoticed baby, I'm wit you, I'm wit it.

Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from

I've been hated by many, wanted by plenty, disliked by some, but confronted by none.

When the lights don't glow the same way that they used to and I finally get a moment to myself, I will realize you were everything I'm missing and you'll tell me you're in love with someone else.

The square root of 69 is 8(ate) som'