boulevard apartment that was in 2007 when i drove you back from philly then you were with me there in secret i was marking out for that feeling like i know it's real cuz i feel it and i hate to make you feel morally in debt i wish you were on my arm want you tattooed on my neck i hate to make you feel more than depressed... baby i'm correcting this miss
because this summer i've had enough i took too much... and i didn't see you enough... (and i didn't eat enough...)
crashed my car on keyser like i'm tom may playing twisted metal like i'm kanye...
moving through these attitudes like we could not be speaking then and still i come right back to you i hate to make you feel more than incensed i'm pulling up with the best
see the prices going up and i start to fade away final crisis of the heart passing over me again and i try to call you back but can't remember anything yr the cd in my car... yr the phone that never rings...
and i hate to hold on restless feelings...
i crashed my car on keyser like i'm tom may thank you black kray...