Imma Kill It I Promise

I Might Be Too Strung Out On Compliments, Overdosed On Confidence/ Started Not To Give A F- And Stop Fearing The Consequence/ Drinking Every Night Because We Drink To My Accomplishments.

They Say Real Girls Aint Never Perfect, Perfect Girls Aint Real.

I Am What Everybody In My Past Don't Want Me To Be

I Smoke Goody, No Glaucoma.

Somewhere Between Psychotic And Iconic/ Somewhere Between I Want It And I Got It/ Somewhere Between I’m Sober And I’m Lifted/ Somewhere Between A Mistress And Commitment