I will not fall, I will stand tall, feels like no one can beat me.

Sporadic thoughts will pop into my head and I'll have to go write something down, and the next thing you know, I've written a whole song in an hour.

Well, I'm working all the time to stay out of trouble!

I need drama in my life to keep making music.

I sold my soul to the devil. I'm going to hell. I'm headed to hell. I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame. That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames. Satan'll be in to see me later to see if I'm interested in being partners. Devil worshippin', Satan music.

I can never turn my back on a city that made me.

I don't even know how to speak up for myself, because I don't really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice.