Sporadic Thoughts Will Pop Into

I Just Remembered That I'm Absent Minded... Wait, I Mean I Lost My Mind, I Can't Find It.

It Feels Good To Have Your Work Respected Again.

It's Just Hard When You've Spent So Much Time On Something, Writing And Recording, Laying The Vocals, Getting The Hook Right, Getting The Beat Right, Making Everything Sound Right - You Spent A Freaking Week Trying To Make It Sound Perfect, And Someone Comes Along And Shoots It Down.

These Times Are So Hard, And They're Getting Even Harder.

Try To Strip Me Of My Credibility And Make Me Look Fake, G You Only Gonna Be In For A Rude Awakening.