Boulevard apartment That was in 2007, when I drove you back from Philly then You were with me there in secret I was markin' out for that feelin' Like I know it's real, cause' 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 correctin' this mess
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 Playin' twisted metal, like I'm Kanye
Movin' through these attitudes Like we could not be speakin', then and still I come right back to you I hate to make you feel more than incensed I'm pullin' up with the best See the prices goin' up And I start to fade away Final crisis of the heart passin' over me again And I try to call you back, but can't remember anything You're the CD in my car You're the phone that never rings And I hate to hold on restless feelin's I crashed my car on keyser, like I'm Tom May Thank you, Black KrayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
