“I went from broke and homeless sleeping on couches. I couldn’t even figure out what I was doing in Los Angeles. Now, I’m paying my own bills. I’m about to move my mama in with me at 19. I’m on tour now, and this is all off of one mixtape.”

If my eyebrows are cool, if my eyeliner is popping, if I’m moisturized, then I can pretty much wear whatever I want. I think if your hair and your face are together, I think it’s pretty much polished!.

Vocally, I’m always listening to Brandy. As a writer, I’m always listening to India Arie and Drake.

You are anything but conventional, baby, did ya know?

I think, as musicians, our music should be who we are. Sometimes it’s not – it’s someone else’s. All heartfelt music and all honest music, it’s who we are. Of course, our upbringing has everything to do with it.

Focused on fire. Bringing the heat.

I’ve always been a very young person with a very old soul.

Sometimes I make songs about girls, and I say ‘he,’ or I’ll make songs about guys, and I say ‘she,’ or sometimes they’re exactly what they’re about. I feel like it just allows me to get a lot more perspective.

Motherhood, building character one day at a time.

My brain kind of works in steps. I have to go through things and then process them and then write about them. I have to understand them first.

Sex is biological, but gender is mental.

I write most of my songs to beats. I play around on guitar, but not enough to where I can compose my own stuff or play solos. Can accompany myself cause most songs are, like, four chords.

We can be your distraction.

I feel like I don’t really care about impressing other people. I thoroughly enjoy impressing myself.

Stardom is a crazy thought. If that’s what my path is, then that’s where I’m excited to be headed towards.

I was seeing the effects of what music can do — how it can be healing and bring people joy, but on the flip side, there was this ugliness. I saw the greed and the He-Mans that were willing to f*ck over children.

It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine.

I have never seen a wrestling match or a prize fight, and I don’t want to. When I find out a man is interested in these sports, I drop him.

For you know only a heap of broken images

Love lifts us high, higher than we ever dreamed. And the higher you go, the higher the fall when it’s over.

Half of me is missing and what’s left is missing you.

One day I will cease to exist. But all my life I will love you.

Day after day, the echoes of losing you resonate in my bones.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life. But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday, and you’ll erase me completely.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?