I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think

Eat you inside out like stress...You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game

I think that my parents' only regret is that they wasted so much money on my stupid prestigious university degree.

Leibniz mapped the principles concerning the conservation of energy, but nobody has yet scientifically diagrammed the conservation of emotion - have they? How is this subsumed pain vented? Is it released in my art? I hope so, but I also suspect that it's emitted in my sleep.

Sometimes playing TV can be really nerve-wracking, and I think I tend to handle that by trying to look at my band-mates as frequently as possible and ignore everything else.

I enjoy watching children interact with the world, the way they engage their environment without any filters, learned models, or cynicism.

I've never really been a big fan of comedy songs, frankly. I think I enjoy the emotional payoff that the best music achieves to want to waste too much time turning good music into a joke.