My Fans Love Me For Me, My

I'm A Super-duper Over-analyzer. You Mix That With Self-doubt And Pressure, And That's Never Healthy.

I Yearn For That Livin' Large, But Mama I Ain't Done Yet/sit Back And Watch Your Son Rise, Kick Back And Know Your Son Set

You Hate It Before You Played It. I Already Forgave Ya.

I'll Be Dammed If I Sit Around Another Year, Dreamin' Dreams Hopin' Somehow That They Just Appear.

In Hip-hop, There's Not A Lot Of Love. There's Not A Lot Of Love Being Spread. It's Always Like 'i'm Stuntin' On You Raps, Or I'm Better Than You Raps.' It's Not A Lot Of 'yo Man, I Idolize You Raps.'