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