Open Books, Not Legs. Blow Minds, Not

But Get It While You're Here Boy, Cause All That Hype Don't Feel The Same Next Year Boy.

When I'm Writing, I'm Thinking About How The Songs Are Going To Play Live. Fifty Bars Of Rap Don't Translate Onstage. No Matter How Potent The Music, You Lose The Crowd. They Want A Hook; They Want To Sing Your Stuff Back To You.

She Says I Know You Changed, I Never See You Cause You Always Busy Doing Thangs

The Game Ain't Always Fair And That's The Thing Though. You Can Play Your Heart Out, Everyone Don't Get A Ring Though.

I Can Tell That You Been Crying All Night, Drinking All Summer, Praying For Your Happiness, Hope That You Recover