“Work don’t stop, eat candy, Repeat.”

You ever felt empty inside but you try to hide it

I don’t age anymore .

One thing rap and rock have in common, a lot of it is focused on negativity. I like dark stuff.

I like to look cool and dress nice.

Tried to give myself a tattoo nothin but scratches.

Ethereum really works trust me.

Because I’m rich I let the lifestyle speak, not flexing just how I be feeling.

When I’m in the car and I have the window down everytime I look up I see ufos like dude.

I cry when the song really good.

People don’t understand if you start the War. You can’t be scared of what comes next.

If I try to put a hit out everytime it’s not fun. Experiment for the future

I’m literally tryna turn into a Diamond.

I never had anyone that listens to me, I thank you for your time and patience.

I realize that I’m not perfect, and it made me so happy because I have time to be even better.

I can’t go out of style. I never was In.

Some Vibes can make ya life harder ya niggas just be throwing me off.

Mister, I don’t want no trouble. I just came downtown here to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but she goes through about ten rolls a week of that stuff. I ain’t looking for no trouble, Mister.

As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.

Sometimes this fellow’s music was like little colored pieces of crystal candy, and other times it was the softest, saddest thing she had ever imagined about.

I first started wearing fragrance when I was thirteen or fourteen, and the smell was candy-like. They were in very colorful bottles, like turquoise and pink. By the time I was sixteen or seventeen, it got more girly and more floral.

I never treat it like a job or feel that way. It’s the best thing ever to me, and I feel like a kid in a candy store.

I usually spend Valentines Day with my friends. But if I did have a girlfriend, I’d bring her flowers and candy.

I take a lot of pride in the work I do, because people pay to see me. They’ve got to get babysitters, park their car, get popcorn and candy. I’ve got to be conscious of that.

The building is a national tragedy – a cross between a concrete candy box and a marble sarcophagus in which the art of architecture lies buried.