Artist: timbaland
Song: deep in your memory
Year: 1997
What's 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 an' 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 an' Eve on Christmas Eve
Who is God? White the Devil, do you believe?
Scratch your head an' think about it for a minute
Is my life a dream an' 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 an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' 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I'm elated, that keep it real is outdated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 an' you hate it
Look into my eyes, do you see a nigga or a person?
See, I worsen, section 8 got to be flirtin'
Fuck workin' for 85, who you jivin'?
Still survivin', lock your fuckin' door when I'm arrivin'
Surprisin', realizin', magnetisin'
Describin' 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 an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' 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
Welfare, met the cake, too much sugar in the Kool-Aid
Misfit until I fucked Jill 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, what? Praise
Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
Somewhere in your mind an' real deep in your memory
You try to hide away your true feelings
