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- Timbaland Deep in Your Memory 歌詞
- Timbaland
- 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 f**k 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I'm elated that keep it real is outdated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
F**k workin for eighty-five who you jivin
Still survivin lock your f**kin 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 f**ked 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
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