Warner Music Group (2002)

My rawest releases come when our backs are fully off, and you’re trapt circling my head, contemplating why our shit-paved, golden fantasies don’t belong, then you see a different motive in my eyes, because I know—and don’t doubt—the truth that we are wrong, but you’re still headstrong to take on anyone’s first—& very best—impression, as you see inside of my head, then conclusions manifest until, well, that’s over. I can’t give everything away; I won’t give everything away; that’s how I play, alright, so now I’m out. See you later. I guess I’ll get through my decisions to hide every night.

Grade: D-