Deep Down - Paul King

Deep

King Ed

More like a blast

From the past

Or maybe its just Rocky Baboa tryna knock me out fast

The closet is burning

I gotta start running

Cause the skeletons are coming

My shy behaviour has always been my worst enemy

Believe me

When I say I dreamnt about you I thought the dream was gon come true

But in reality you shunned me out of your life

I’m just standing alone in the dark

It looks its about to rain cats and dogs

Hope I don’t get rabies

I need an umberella

You’re the picture perfect bellerina

One day ama be in a huge arena performing for a thousand fans

We never held hands

Heck we never spoke in person

I think that broke your heart

Cause I pretended as if you never existed

But I couldn’t cause you belonged to my friend

I was afraid something would happen

Forgive me for being inmature

But you’re still in my memories

It’s crazy what we humans do for love we end up looking like felonies

Its too deep x3

I just can’t take it anymore

Its too deepx3

I just can’t take it anymore

This second verse is dedicated to the girl that ignored me

But then came after me

She believed in K.I.N.G E. D

Because he was an anomaly

Or maybe I was above normal

I was just her backup plan

The guy she wanted around when it was for fun

Unlike Joseph I couldn’t run

And yeah she had a man I don’t know whether its backluck or fate

My heart’s been played with and all the loved faded away and hate came in

That’s one characteristic most men don’t share

I’m done with all this sentimentality whatever happens next I don’t care

Cause oneday you gon come back

Shoutout to all the drama queens not getting the bigger picture

Sorry to all the girls buzzing my inbox

I gotta concentrate on these old Tyson sox in my room

Getting used to failure cause I’m headed for doom

Whatever you do can’t change Ed

I’m a man in a mission only prayer and supplication can help

Huh.

Its too deepx3

I just can’t take it anymore

Its too deepx3

I just can’t take it anymore

Aint got time for love anymore

I’m getting bitter

You would too if your n----r

Was stuck with two choices

Either join the army or be a teacher

I ain’t perfect I ain’t never gon be a preacher

King’s out there selling phones errday

We tryna keep the hope alive

Tryna make sure these rap dreams manifest

I got too much pressure on my chest

But I’m still blessed

Deep