Apple 歌词

How did I end up this way? Okay, okay, I'm good now I barely move Golden crisp like an apple Memory in a capsule That one day in Seattle My eyes big Blushing red like rosacea I'll do it if you say so Looking up at my pillow I feel guilty, guilty The streets are made for me You feel me, you feel me Pickup basketball in the summer Pickup basketball in the summer My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters Rollercoaster December Do my best to recovery I'm so sorry Guilty, guilty The streets are made for me You feel me, you feel me