“I’ve been known to wear pajamas onstage for the sole reason of wanting to make sure I’m free enough to execute new things vocally on stage and give my best performance possible.”

We’re changing little girls’ lives across the world, and we didn’t even know what we were doing when we started.

Rebirth. Entropy. Beauty. Chaos. Divine feminine.

My parents are really conservative. My dad is Muslim, and my mom is the most conservative woman you’ve ever met. They’re very aristocratic in the most quaint suburban way.

When you’re, like, 190 pounds, dark-skinned, and a new artist that no one really cares about, people don’t really take the time to make you look beautiful.

I don’t have any control over what actually happens except that I have full control over my will for myself, my intention, and why I’m there. That’s all that matters.

Kicked myself out the algorithm.

I did some work on Beyonce and Nick Minaj’s ‘Feeling Myself.’

My music is touching people in whatever spaces they need to be touched in.

In the real world, I kind of, like, thrived a little bit. The things that were awkward about me at school, like being hyper passionate, I realized, ‘Oh I’m my own person, and I have my own idiosyncrasies and nuances that I don’t mind.’

In one way, I want to heal people.

I don’t feel ashamed to be loud, which is an argument I’ve had with lots of men, who thought I was too sassy and unladylike.

Just tryna eat pasta and mind my business.

Only break the rules baby or whatever Ja said.

I do a lot of strange things.

Especially when I’m nervous, my mind is running a mile a minute. My ADHD speaks for me before I can speak for me.

Listening to Alabama Shakes made me less self-conscious about my voice.

When the rights of any individual or group are chipped away, the freedom of all erodes.

There’s too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will.

Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free… Why am I so changed? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I would rather be free and lost than caged and found.

Inside the walls of a prison my body may be, but my Lord has set my soul free.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.