I Don't Really Believe In The Type

The Best Way To Describe Myself Would Be...unpredictable.

Everybody Looking At You Crazy, What You Gon' Do? Lift Up Your Head And Keep Moving, Or Let The Paranoia Haunt You?

I'd Rather Not Live Like There Isn't A God Then Die And Find Out There Really Is Think About It

But What Love Got To Do With It When You Don't Love Yourself ?

And I'm Not Sure Why I'm Infatuated With Death, My Imagination Is Surely An Aggravation Of Threats... Maybe Cause I'm A Dreamer, And Sleep Is The Cousin Of Death, Really Stuck In The Scheme Of Wondering When I'mma Rest.