When you're happy you enjoy the music, but when you're sad you understand the lyrics.

A friend of mine jokes that I have a painstaking royalty complex. Like maybe I was a duke in a past life.

I've been thinking about forever

We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor - got her master's with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.

I enjoy singing my songs in front of people. I enjoy being involved in making the artwork for albums and stupid stuff like that.

I'm extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn't project that all the time.

Once I catch you in one lie, it makes me question everything you said.