Heard those notes you were humming

I was a bomb pop or a Klondike

Buying ice cream off of that guy

Riding his bike

In the hot hot heat of the summer

I was a big shot on the 3rd block

On Pennsylvania avenue

In Brooklyn back in ’02

And I wish I knew it way back then

How quickly it faded

Those middle school days and

I’m chasing down my youth

I’m a flashback with a backpack on an July afternoon

Chasing you

These days only things changed is

I know what to do, When you let me catch you

Where did you come from?

Have you been in my brain?

Cause it’s so strange

You would have been why I never got straight A’s

In the eight grade

And there’s something in my DNA

That’s got me craving

And tasting