I’ll tell you something: I’m a wolf but I like to wear sheep’s clothing. I love you. I hate you. I like to keep you guessing. I’m a state of being better described undefined. I work hard, play hard, fuck hard, love hard, die free - I live life by no other man’s philosophy.
I’ve got goals and ambitions of champagne dreams and caviar kisses. When I'm good I'm very, very good and when I'm bad I'm even better. I’ve got my guns and I’m aiming them high, so if you throw me lemons, I’ll cut them open and shove ‘em in your eye.
In the land of Southern California is a glamorous fairy tale where everyone says they’re real. Behind glass and smoke and photo filters, all tungsten lighting and neon colors, is a happy ending to be continued. Presentation becomes a mind-altering reality, it’s intoxicating, this mass substitution for personality.
I got everyone telling me who to be, people in my ear telling me what to hear. But what they fail to realize, it’s not what you wear, nor how you do your hair that makes you who you are, it’s what’s within your head, your heart, that’s what truly makes you smart.
Too bad not a lot of people have a lot inside, so they leave what they put on to define the outside. ‘Cause more than being about a man or a woman, a label, a category of personality, it’s about being a good person. It’s not about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself, defining yourself, and being the person you want to be.
