Put On My Jacket

I met a girl in Detroit named Montana. She had a few freckles under

her eyes. I met a man in Montreal with mob ties. I stayed up

all night in Amsterdam one time. I've seen a bunch of faces I'll never remember.

I mean it when I say that I wish I could. My head's in

outer space now, higher than ever. Can't wait to get back to my neighborhood.

Put on my jacket. To know how I feel. You see a

jacket, yeah. And I see a shield. I'm leaving for

a minute. I hope that you miss me. I promise that I'll come back