Lyrics Apple - Fox Academy

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)