“New flame, I’m blowin out matches.”

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.

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.

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 was writing with my homegirl who’s one of my favorite people to work with. We were just sitting in a studio and I said, I want to be able to talk about sex, but very specific kinds of sex.

I’m lookin’ paid and pretty.

Hella dapper all summer.

Rebirth. Entropy. Beauty. Chaos. Divine feminine.

Lil thunder cat throws it back he can’t handle that.

Hot girl shit even on my rest day.

They hate me every season.

Kicked myself out the algorithm.

Guess I’m too hot so these bitches ain’t cool with me.