Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Deeper , by - Boss. Release date: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Deeper |
| I don’t really wanna feel |
| Like I’m in a daze so I smoke big kill |
| Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip |
| My skills ain’t payin' bills and it’s fuckin' with me and my grip |
| I drink that St. Ide’s shit and smoke a ticket at the same time |
| Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature |
| I’m livin' foul like a Nickerbocker |
| Bitch I’m not the woman to sleep but I’m lost |
| 'Cause I be on some ole' I’m tired of niggaz |
| Tryin' to come up off bitches type thing |
| And if I don’t react the way he want he might swing |
| His little trick bitch ass in another direction |
| Then don’t even use protection, I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid |
| Yo! |
| And if worse came to worse I’ll run a fraud on unemployed |
| 'Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray hairs and can’t sleep |
| Know what I mean? |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
| This is deep, I’m goin' deeper |
| Every now and then I start flippin' and get to thinkin' |
| About deep shit beyond all that bullshit |
| I shoot at people, yeah I know what you mean, but fuck it I’m evil |
| And I’m hip to every bitch tryin' to get a grip |
| And every nigga tryin' to get a grip but fuck that shit |
| And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger |
| I’m heavy off into this rap shit, fuckin' singers, yo I think I’m gettin' tense |
| 'Cause my dollars ain’t makin' no fuckin' sense, but then again |
| It’s probably all that chronic that I smoked |
| I use to be like that when I was out there slangin' dope |
| And lately I been flippin' on some old paranoid shit |
| Like lookin' fuckers up and down tryin' to start shit |
| 'Cause I’m a hard bitch, so why don’t you just soften up? |
| I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up |
| I don’t even trust myself, yo, you can trust me |
| Fuck I know? |
| I’m just like you, right, that’s deep |
| Deeper and deeper |
| Yo, Boss that shit you talkin' 'bout that’s some deep shit |
| I’m tellin' you motherfuckers can’t really get with that relate to that shit |
| I guess it’s best we tell them mon |
| Every time she come, she’s detrimental mon |
| Yes mon, know dis |
| Don’t make me tell dem again mon, woy |
| She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta |
| Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta |
| Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta |
| For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come |
| Deeper and deeper |
| Aiyyo, I got them buck wild thrills, livin' foul kills |
| I’m tryin' to get to Watts but I’m stuck in Baldwin Hills |
| Tryin' to find myself for real though, check it |
| If I just rewind myself I’ll see it ain’t that hectic |
| Y’all don’t hear me talkin' but it’s time to get a stack |
| 'Cause I’m about a second away, from goin' back |
| To the corner slangin' dope, gankin' cluckers, jackin' high, cappin' marks |
| I may be losin' my mind but better that than my heart |
| I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up |
| I’m real cool people until some bullshit get brung up |
| Look here, believe me I ain’t comin' out my crib |
| Tryin' to snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit |
| So I’ll be takin' another sip to relax me |
| And get them problems out my mind that distract me |
| Life is workin' on my last nerve, yeah I hear you G |
| I’ll see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that shit is deep |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |
| Deeper and deeper, what can I do? |