Timbaland
Timbaland - Deep In Your Memory lyrics
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Whas happenin dude? Whatchu thinkin about there? What's goin on? Talk to me I know you're thinkin What? Must be a lot on your mind Express yourself fool Tell me what you thinkin about, nigga Who why whatever, any puzzle I put it together With any stress I'm copin like a flesh wound I'm open Still got balls after vasectomies My anatomy is strictly scientifical your life is pitiful I got no relationships, just hit and then dismiss My sex is strictly fuck, no man, I do not kiss Keep my shirt on, I'm quick to dress back up I'm chargin girls for dick, my dick you stick up Butt naked, like Adam and Eve on Christmas Eve Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe? Scratch your head and think about it for a minute Is my life a dream and y'all playin parts in it? You talkin like you drunken, but you flunkin Classes you be takin, let me bring home the bacon We been hoodwinked, bamboozled Led astray, til all our business on rent in late Somewhere in your mind And real deep in your memory You try to hide away Your true feelings Am I underrated? Thinkin bout it get me frustrated I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated Graduated, from PG now I'm X-Rated Glad I made it, left you behind, and you hate it Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person See I worsen, section eight got to be flirtin Fuck workin, for eighty-five who you jivin? Still survivin, lock your fuckin door when I'm arrivin Surprisin realizin magnetisin This rhyme bend how I'm risin, hypnotizin Got comments, put replies in No lies in, if you do your life will need revivin When I'm sleep I die, when I wake up I'm born I leave the Earth each day to get my soul reborn So to God I pray, I make it through this day This must be Deja Vu, cause I relive this day Somewhere in your mind And real deep in your memory You try to hide away Your true feelings Bring it on it, freak it on it Child abused, as a child Child Magoo, buck-wild Wel-fare, met the cake Too much sugar, in the Kool-Aid Mis-fit, un-til I fucked Jiil, on the hill Look, out, heads, up To the girls, let's buck Like, night-shade, grows Workin dope, mind, flows But, please, I'm on hot I cook, non-stop Stick a pin, in some paper Take notes, play ya later Praise, God, he, made ya No, man, but, praiser Somewhere in your mind When you think deep in your memory You try to hide away Your true feelings