She a patient waitin in my room

Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.

I do a lot of things hopin I never had to fit in, so tryin to keep up with my progress is like a dead end.

I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings

I'm good, I don't need no help. Cause I'm better off by myself then to start over with somebody else.

I drive two black cars, I named em Malcolm X and Martin Luther.

When I think of myself, I think of Toronto. My music would never sound the way it does if it weren't for Toronto.