”Photo album but the color faded from it. If I could go back and tell ya how it ends, I woulda done it. Don’t look down. Don’t look down.”

You were never the one to talk about the deep stuff. (thg reference) You know? I mean, stuff like that was scary. Life was scary. Real life, anyways. You felt like you were in a bubble whenever you were at home, but around the pogues and JJ, you didn’t feel that way. You kind of escaped the life you hated for a little while. Until you had to wake up, and face reality again.

”Friends & family never cared about the grammys. Till I grew up out the hand-me-downs and bought the family house. I been looking through the photo album, you remember all the good old days? K Swiss and the polo down and Mama had to put a down payment by herself..”

”And ain’t nobody even tried to help, she went to jail and shit went left, and I was left. I did my best, I needed rest, I got arrested. Everybody looking at me like I’m not invested, bitch, do you know how hard I was stressing? Please, don’t call me with weekend plans. I’m ripping out all my hair. And, bitch, I don’t even dance. But sometimes I like to, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk, juk.”