See, downtown, at my internship, or at Yale, I’m the lucky orphan child whose fate depends on being one of the good negroes, and never losing my cool or saying what I actually think, or, God forbid, being me. On the mic, I’m the master of my destiny. And I love it.
I’ll always wait for you. I’ve been waiting on you my whole life. Even when we together, there’s still a part of me is waiting on you.[to Mylene]