All the Hennessy and weed can't hide, the pain i feel inside, its like I'm living just to die.

Ever since I was an itty bitty kitty, been drinking liquor out of Mama's titty.

Give me a paper and pen, so I can write about my life of sin. A couple of bottles of gin, in case I don't get in.

There's nobody in the business strong enough to scare me.

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Many dreams is what we had and plenty wishes.

Foreign languages, I think they are important but I don't think it should be required because-actually I think they should be teaching you English and then teaching you how to understand double talk-a politician's double talk-not teaching you how to understand French and Spanish and German, when am I going to Germany? I can't even afford to pay my rent in America, how am I going to Germany?