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? © SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com