Insecurity is an ugly thing. It makes you hate people you don't even know.
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies. Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy.
Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.
I still just like everybody else need to meet quotas with my spins, with my buzz and make my way into the office. It has to be undeniable; the world has to know about you before Jay-Z makes a call.
Mad cause he aint like me... Oh you mad cause nobody ever did it like me.
Somewhere between psychotic and iconic/ Somewhere between I want it and I got it/ Somewhere between Iām sober and Iām lifted/ Somewhere between a mistress and commitment