Something smells fishy and they say it's you, all I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew.

I think in order to keep America great, we have to keep America creative.

The nature of the game is pain.

All you ladies that are selling your souls, you need to put your hooker vibes on hold.

I just chill. I don't stand outside too much. I do what I gotta do and chill, man, know what I'm saying? That's all. It's cool.

Pleasure unparalleled, into the ocean of love we fell. Swimming in the timeless currents of pure bliss, fantasies interchanging with every kiss.

Handsome brother with a smooth goatee, makes me wonder why he act so ugly.