I wrote a letter to the sky, saying maybe one day you’ll get to kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. My girl found it in the car & said “baby why you trying to diss me, diss me, diss me.” Cause you know you’re my baby, you know you’re my baby. I’m not just in it for the ride. In it for the ride…
“It may sound a little arrogant, but I just think people can’t handle when somebody else is successful. Something has gotta be wrong; you gotta be down with some higher power. And I guess when someone else is successful, it makes you feel like maybe you’re a failure. So it can’t be you, it has to be some other force.”
Black is not a color. It is the absence of all color. Black absorbs all aspects of light.
While white reveals, black conceals. It is also mysterious, providing a sense of potential and possibility.