He’s a baller, shot caller.
I spent much of my 20's and part of my 30's failing at becoming a rock star... which was probably for the best anyway. Now I have a little rock star of my own, a sweet baby boy named Henry. These days I spend most of my days at something I know I can't fail at, being a good mommy and wifey. I couldn't be happier.
He’s a baller, shot caller.
