There's this thing that publishes pictures of people out and about. So when I go out, I do see pictures of myself. I don't know where those pictures come from - I mean, I don't see the cameras. But I guess I'm just not looking for them.
Real gs move in silence like lasagna.
Life goes on but the scars remain.
I don't have to prove anything.
& these haters try to knock me but they can't knock me off the hinges.
I do not consider myself a literal genius.