The fake get in where they fit in, the real stand strong where they belong.

I got a big mouth, I can't help it. I talk from my heart, I'm real.

Why, when people are starving, am I on a carpet that's red? Because I'm "important"? Because I'm "famous"? That's not how I roll.

Don't compromise yourself. You're all you've got.

There's a lot of freedom today and you can put yourself across anyway you want to. But I haven't CHOSEN this image. I'm myself and in fact half the time I let the wind take me.

To be honest. I'd like people to think there is no falsity in me because what I do is really my character. But I think mystique, not knowing the truth about someone, is very appealing.