Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Song for Shelter (Talking 'Bout My Baby), artist - Fatboy Slim. Date of issue: 28.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song for Shelter (Talking 'Bout My Baby) |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper |
| Into this thing |
| The deeper I go |
| The more knowledge I know |
| What to sing |
| What to bring |
| Wha… |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper |
| Into the rhythm |
| Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself |
| Checkin it out I’m not dancin' no more but |
| Why? |
| why? |
| why? |
| wha… |
| How on earth are you supposed to vibe around the fake ones |
| The one, the ones that say |
| They know what is what but they don’t know what is what |
| They just strut |
| What the fuck? |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper |
| Into this thing |
| And I pretend that they’re not there |
| I just stare |
| Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin the song |
| Spinnin it strong |
| Playing things like |
| We cannot house we can |
| That’s my shit |
| What? |
| Whoooooo! |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper |
| When people start to disappear |
| And it’s about six o’clock |
| Whoo I’m feelin' hot |
| Take off my sweater and my pants |
| And I start to dance |
| And all the sweat just goes down my face |
| And I pretend that there’s nobody there but me in this place |
| I get deep, yo i get deep |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep |
| He takes all the bass out of the song |
| And all you hear is highs and its like |
| Oh, shit! |
| Ahh |
| I get deeper |
| I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep |
| And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcohol |
| And I get drunk and I’m fallin all over the place |
| And I catch myself |
| Right on time |
| Right on line |
| With the beat |
| And its so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet |
| I get deeper |
| I get deeper |
| I get deeper |
| Well if house music was air |
| And Doctor love would be my song |
| And I would only take deep breaths |
| And fill my lungs with the rhythm or the bass |
| I get deep |
| I get deep |
| Now it’s about three A and I see people doin' fleeays' |
| Spinnin' jumpin' and grindin' |
| As if they had wings on their feet |
| Raising both hands in the air as if Jesus was a DJ himself |
| Spinnin those funky funky funky house beats |
| And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thing |
| Rythmatic pause without cause |
| Bass from those high definition speakers |
| Sitting in the corner on each side of the room |
| Givin' us the boom boom boom |
| To our zoom zoom zoom |
| The smell of a L lit while walking by |
| But the music gets me high |
| Sanctified like and old lady in church |
| We get happy |
| We stomp our feet |
| We clap our hands |
| We shout |
| We cry |
| We dance |
| And we say |
| Sweet Lord, speak to me |
| Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me |
| Because we love house music |
| And on this night it brings us together |
| Like a family reunion every week |
| We eat |
| We drink |
| We laugh |
| We play |
| We stink |
| So for all you hip hoppers |
| You do woppers |
| Name droppers |
| You pill poppers |
| Come into our house |
| To get deep |
| Wha |
| To get deep |
| You guys just keep it rollin' |
| You gotta just keep it rollin' |
| Sunday, Monday morning (its backwards) |
| Out under the big bright yellow sun |