If You Want The Old Me, Go

I Use A Lot Of Double Meanings. I Hide 'em Like Easter Eggs.

You Know The Type: Loud As A Motorbike But Wouldn't Bust A Grape In A Fruit Fight.

Treat My First Like My Last And The Last Like My First And My Thirst Is The Same As- When I Came.

I'm Gonna Fight, And I'm Gonna Make Something Out Of Nothing. That's Pretty Much The American Dream. So, For Me, The Realization That I Could Speak To People Like That Came First On A Small Scale. Then It Just Started Happening. I Started Having This Vibration.

The Nets' A Stone Throw From Where I Used To Throw Bricks ...so It's Only Right I'm Still Tossing 'round Knicks.