Clap, clap, let em fall slow. I know you had your fears, you can let em all go

The girl or the world, you see someone gotta lose. I thought I could have it all, do I really gotta choose?

Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys

Life becomes difficult when you're in this public eye, and I think that we all relate to each other and I try and really talk about it in my music.

There's different girls in my life that play different roles and I see at different times, but collectively they kind of make up the roster of happiness for me.

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

People only talk about me and sweaters because I don't give them anything else to talk about.