[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