Callin my ex-girl or e-mailin my mama, you're the only one that's causin me this drama.
I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover
To go indie is a thing. But to put an album in the stores, you need a distribution label.
Smile more than you cry, Give more than you take, and Love more than you Hate.
When I'm writing, I'm thinking about how the songs are going to play live. Fifty bars of rap don't translate onstage. No matter how potent the music, you lose the crowd. They want a hook; they want to sing your stuff back to you.
I show up knowing exactly who I was and never leave as myself.