Faded Way Too Long, I'm Floatin In

Somewhere Between Psychotic And Iconic/ Somewhere Between I Want It And I Got It/ Somewhere Between I’m Sober And I’m Lifted/ Somewhere Between A Mistress And Commitment

Guess You Lose Some & Win Some, Long As The Outcome Is Income.

When The Lights Don't Glow The Same Way That They Used To And I Finally Get A Moment To Myself, I Will Realize You Were Everything I'm Missing And You'll Tell Me You're In Love With Someone Else.

I've Always Treated My City Like Some Shoulder Pads.

He Aint In Your World You Can Take Em Off Your Atlas