Me & the dread yo, give em some head blow Long as he know he keep me flier than a Red Bull
Life is a prize, but to live doesn't mean you're alive
Haters, I'm not your enemy I'm your hero. Cheer up, you should be happy I'm here
My ideal man is dead white old and on a green sheet of paper.
I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive.
People always want to talk about who I was, but I've always been singing, always been experimenting with pop music.