Making Your Moves, Paying Your Dues, Chasing

We On The Internet. That's Such A Small Community. We Think We're So Huge. If You Went Up To People On The Street And Asked Them About It, They'd Probably Be Like, "you Had A Album Coming Out?" Let Alone It Leaked.

They Say The Streets Is A Demon In A Dress, Wit Dollar Signs In Her Eyes And Semen On Her Breath

It Feels Good, You Know. It Feels Like You're Out There, You Know, Doin' Your Own Thing, Know What I'm Sayin'? It's Like, People Can't Really Compare It To Anything, And That Kinda Feels Good. It Opens Me Up To A Lot Of Different Arenas, A Lot Of Different Type Of Situations, You Know Like Tony Hawk Will Call. You Know What I'm Sayin'? I Can Just Image If My Songs Was About Shootin' Up, And Like Sellin' Cocaine, I Doubt Tony Hawk Would Be Callin' You Know?

Sand Camouflage Army Men Ccf Sponsorin, World Conquerin, Telephone Monitorin Louis Vuitton Modelin, Pornographic Actress Honorin String Theory Ponderin, Bullimic Vomitin Catholic Priest Fondlin, Pre-emptive Bombin And Osama And No Bombin Them They Breakin In My Car Again, Deforestation And Overloggin And Hennessy And Hypnotic Swallowin, Hydroponic Coughin And All The World's Ills, Sittin On Chrome 24-inch Wheels, Like That

What Starts In Clouded Minds Finishes In The Rain