Know You Got A Roommate, Call Me

And I Met Your Baby Moms Last Night. We Took A Picture Together, I Hope She Frames It. And I Was Drinking At The Palms Last Night. And Ended Up Losing Everything That I Came With.

It's Been A Moment Since I've Done Some Public Speaking. I Find Now-a-days It's Best To Keep Quiet.

I Talk Slicker Than A Pimp From Augusta Who Just Had His Linen Suit Dry-cleaned

Yesterday When We Were Getting High, You Were Invited. You Woulda Liked It.

I Don't See Perfection As Far As A Visual Image Of Perfection. "perfection" To Me Is, I Walk Away From A Situation And Say, "i Did Everything I Could Do Right There. There Was Nothing More That I Could Do." Like, I Worked As Hard As I Possibly Could Have. That's Perfection.