Broke into the old apartment This is where we used to live Broken glass broke and hungry Broken hearts and broken bones This is where we used to live And why did you paint the walls? And why did you clean the floor? Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door? This is where we used to live Why did you keep the mousetrap? Why did you keep the dish rack? These things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartment Forty-two steps from the street Crooked landing, crooked landlord Narrow laneway filled with crooks This is where we used to live And why did they pave the lawn? And why did they change the locks? And why did I have to break in, I only came here to talk This is where we used to live And how is the neighbor downstairs? How is her temper this year? I turned up your TV and stomped on the floor just for fun I know we don't live here anymore We bought an old house on the Danforth She loves me and her body keeps me warm And I'm happy here And this is where we used to live Broke into the old apartment Tore the phone out of the wall Only memories, fading memories Blending into dull tableaux And I want them back I want them back And I want them back And I want them back

I feel good inside my apartment Feel good inside you too, I Hope that theres someone besides you 'Cause look what you're making me do And I'm leaving it up to you I'm leaving it up to you, girl Leaving it up to you Leaving it up to you Girl, I've lost control I hear that you're breaking the silence Hear that you're back in my town, I Hope that there's someone besides this Really been bringing me down And I feel like it's up to you Feel like it's up to you, now Feel like it's up to you Feel like it's up to you Oh, I've lost control

I always wanted to do one of these type shits Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, "Dandelion" She be panty-less, so no panty lines She's from Campbellton, north of county line Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo Had a girl that was a artist, she could draw, her name Tracy She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy She said her favorite thing is face painting I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap That's a wack thought, ain't wanna kick her to the curb Until she asked me, can she say the N word? Hey, can I say "nigga" around you? Some nerve I knew a girl from Jersey who use to love Donny Hathaway And she was from Piscataway Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him "Put the gat away" I was tapping that ass, I'll never forget the Saturday But it don't even matter like D'Angelo and Laur' Hill I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile At that time, she had mo' bills than me And she, her, had no time to chill with me I still miss her, I wonder where could she be? Hand me the Fronto leaf Hey, damn bro, I don't think we got no more Alght, let's go to the store Aight nigga, shit, but we driving yo' shit You driving? Young nigga, you don't know nothing 'bout no bitches Listen Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce I'm thinking back to a time when I was Young and dumb with single nigga privileges I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me Pick Sharika up and stole the car, she wasn't ashamed of me Trapping hard, slept on the floor, and never complained to me My baby went into stores and did her thang for me Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches 'Til the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches Not to say I wouldn't tackle these bitches, given the chance If it happened, it was destiny, shit was out of my hands I'm saying... Man... They say karma is constant That means it's just... it's a consistent cycle of... Good and bad Coming and going from every source of... life... Existing on Earth, so... If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day You know what I'm saying? I'm talking like real good and like made her feel, you know Like the woman that it made her into the woman that she is right now Then I'd expect somebody should be Coming to fuck me real good any day now I mean it's karma, right? Shit