I won't let you go Oh I won't, I won't let you go Said oh, I won't, I won't let you go Is this love, love, love, love, love? Ooh wee no defenses I'm too deep for common sense Well it's love, love, love, love, love yeah yeah Said I won't let you go now It's

If you're dreamin', son don't you rise, I never get lost, so deep into us I won't give up until you give in, but I know you must realize I could be good for you, you could be good for me too, yeah I could be good for you, you could be good for me too

This game is nothin' I'm new to Money too long for a ruler I swim in it like Barracuda Man, I'm goin' deeper than scuba Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? I'm grateful, I'm prayin' to Buddha (yeah) Y'all know nothin' 'bout this do ya? (yeah) Y'all know

To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, thirteen hours 'til I land Astro, yeah Sun is down, freezin' cold That's how we already know winter's here My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt That's just all he

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

Yeah, and you don't stop (Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop) Tonight's the night I get in some shit (yeah) Deep Cover on the incognito tip Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too Cause you niggas know I'm coming at you I guess that's part

You been scarred too deep, I can tell I can tell, yeah I can tell Baby what's the hold up I tried to hold it down I ain't worried 'bout you bitch, ayy On foe 'nem Uno said on bro 'nem Love scars, love scars, love scars

Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah) Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance To win the retreat, we all in too deep She's in love with who I am I did half a Xan, 13 hours 'til I

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

I wanna breathe you in. I can’t get enough. I’ve never been the kind To bear my heart and soul, Yeah I’ve always taken pride, Staying in control. I told myself, I’d never fall too deep.