I know a girl in Harlem
She’ll fix me and all my problems
A little present to myself
Presents to my dogs my dogs and
Believing that puppies are true
A silent movie with me next to you
As I sit in insanity
Not wanting to be a symbol of vanity
A crazy lie I'll tell myself
That I'll always be by myself
Sitting here with my music,
Thinking of the memories
Of telling a guy to get on the c train
Him telling me to wake up and he didn't want me
But I had tried to take the 2
To get my weed,
To get to you

now I'll sublet my apartment to you
because I don't know what else to do

pain relief in your headdress
thinking about all these things and the mess and
and how I just want to be alive
to take a fall
to finally take my dive

It's nothing
It's nothing
It's nothing




for all my fellas x3