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 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
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 pa**ing 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...