Six months is the most you can ask of any fan in this day and age, with the Internet and all these new artists. I understand that my music is in a lot of mediums. Some people want me to make an R&B album. Some people want me to never sing again. I just don't want people to be able to draw comparisons between my old songs and my new ones.

They say real girls aint never perfect, perfect girls aint real.

Pushing me away so I give her space, awww. Dealing wit a heart that I didn't break.

I don't talk to the groupies. I talk to nice, upstanding women. The groupies don't get my attention. It's the women that I like.

Take a look at yourself, the mirror's revealing. If yeen got it, yeen got it the theory is brilliant.

I just want some head in a comfortable bed.

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