โหลดเพลง mp3 Deep in your Memory - Timbaland

Artist：timbaland
Songs Title：deep in your memory
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 ni**a
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I'm elated that keep it real is outdated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 ni**a 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

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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 d**e 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