I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

I had too much Nyquil and Vivarin again. Lost my stomach all over the place.

Try to strip me of my credibility and make me look fake, G you only gonna be in for a rude awakening.

Certainly I'm not going to sit on the Internet all day and read what Sam from Iowa is saying about me. But I'm a sponge. I've always been a sponge.

Nuts they go, macadamia they go so ballistic, whoa.

I don't know if I ever feel totally great about a record when I put it out. With every record that I put out, someone has literally got to come pry it from me because when I listen to my own music, I just hear flaws in it.