Don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful

Love, when spelled backwards and read phonetically, reads evil

It's just hard when you've spent so much time on something, writing and recording, laying the vocals, getting the hook right, getting the beat right, making everything sound right - you spent a freaking week trying to make it sound perfect, and someone comes along and shoots it down.

Yo, I failed ninth grade three times, but I don't think it was necessarily 'cause I'm stupid.

Music is so therapeutic for me that if I can't get it out, I start feeling bad about myself - a lot of self-loathing.

I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like.

England? England is in London right?