he lends his coat for shelter..

'See, all I ever wanna do is be relevant, just tell me that I ever meant anything or that you could ever see me and you in another light. But it's like the dark women endures the darkest nights by the wrong man and mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression. What I do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna, just intentions to impress you, if capable (haha). Hoping that the material possessions can materialize to a better you:

Cars.

Nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind with such an ugly picture in it and,

Money.

Nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it.

Diamonds.

A girl's best friend is what they say but, believe me with the right allegiance baby you gonna shine anyways, and everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary. The day before is better than the present, so anyone presented in her presence endures these life sentences. There's no key for release, no reason to be around, her mind's in the clouds, she writes it all down, in her diary.'