Deeper

In the streets she keep it classy, but for me she get nasty

Make love in the crib

But it hit different in the backseat

Excuse my pride and feelings

It's this Henny in my glass see

You know I'll up that smoke about you

Tell em come get at me

You got these thoughts and emotions

That's running in your head

Should've known just what it was

When you left your heart up in my bed

And I hope that you don't mind