[Verse 1: 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
[Hook 1: Colour T]
Its too deep ×3
I just can't take it anymore
Its too deep×3
I just can't take it anymore
[Verse 2: King Ed]
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
[Hook 2:Colour T]
Its too deep×3
I just can't take it anymore
Its too deep×3
I just can't take it anymore
[Verse 3: King Ed]
Ain't 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