There Are Times I Go Out And

The Records Are Black Boxes For Me. Like, If You Want To Know Who I Am, My Views, My Perspective, Things I Love, Things I Hate, My Convictions, My Anthems. I've Never Let People's Opinions Affect The Way I Write.

I Just Have So Much Love For My Record Label.

I Can't Rate Myself, But If You Ask Russell I'm Sure He'd Give Me A Ten Out Of Ten.

Hollywood Is So Fake And People Need To Realize That People Are Just People, And You, Too, Don't Need To Be Born Into Something Or Have Money Or Have Whatever Product Someone Is Hawking On You.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Even Brighter Than The Moon, Moon, Moon, It's Always Been Inside Of You, You, You And Now It's Time To Let It Through, Ooh, Ooh. Cause, Baby, You're A Firework Come On, Show 'em What You're Worth Make 'em Go, "oh! Oh! Oh!" As You Shoot Across The Sky-y-y. Baby, You're A Firework Come On, Let Your Colors Burst Make 'em Go, "oh! Oh! Oh!" You're Gonna Leave 'em Fallin' Down-own-own.