If you sell your soul to the devil, you get more grain.

I want to get better. That's the only way to progress. So I'm just young having fun making music.

I just have a thing in my brain that when I'm about to do something that's genuine or authentic, I think of it in song form. I'll be like, 'Yo, this is a human emotion that no one talks about.'

Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

Sittin there wishin their problems became ours, cause we have nothin in common since I done became star.

Trying to convince myself I've found one. Making the mistake I never learned from.