Roman’s a little gay boy who lives in me. And every time I talk he sort of just appears and I tell him, ‘Roman, you know, stop it, you’ve gone mad, I tell you, mad.’ He’s an outlet to say what I need to say but sometimes don’t want to.

I truly believe my haters are my motivators.

Register my money, for the money gymnastic. Cause I make it flip now they be lookin all nasty.

Tryna forgive you for abandonin me Prayin but I think I'm still an angel away

I know right now she has no idea who I am, but I'd like to collaborate with Enya one day. Of course I'd love to work with Jay-Z, maybe even Phil Collins. I love his voice.

I'm the Barbie, keep alotta plastic. Little pink stars, put em on my jacket.

He toss my salad like his name Romaine