What happens if a drone falls right next to her?

Life is a b*tch depending how you dress her.

I am a God, so hurry up with my damn massage; in a French-ass restaurant, hurry up with my damn croissants.

Would you believe in what you believe in if you were the only one who believed it?

I'm a heaven sent instrument. My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental. That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into.

You've got to be really dialed into exactly who you are to the one hundredth power or you're just everyone else.

So I can go and let out everything that I feel about every bogus weekly cover, every single bogus skit, every single rumor and barber shop-everything that people feel is ok to treat celebrities like zoo animals, or act like what they're saying is not serious, or their lives are not serious or their dreams are not serious.