Money and *** in her purse.

I'm at the peak of my curse.

I don't believe what I search for.

She doesn't believe me when I'm hurt.

I do not care when I pay.

I will not say when I pray.

Are you hurt? You OK?

Wine and bread for your taste.

Take these chains for your face.

This city is watching me march.

What do you do in this case?

Don't you feel all that bass?

Why do you need all that base?

What is love without a mess?

Will you learn from the best?

Win or lose in this race.