In the city everyone's a jungle You try to get out but you're in the hustle You said you're tired and you want to go home But this is not the place that people get away from And you've been home since Friday night You've feelin blinded by the light Met a pretty girl at the bar want your number Smells just like rain and tastes like summer So, you stick around Yea you stick around But who am I to judge? I had a dream last night you were driving a Lexus Not your cab, but a Lexus Bought my daddy a Lexus Yea I'm full of complexion Like, who can I trust round here Why these people still here I let these people to near I let these people to near But who are they to judge Deep, deep water Keep pulling you down Keep pulling you down Deep, deep water Keep pulling you down Keep pulling you down Deep, deep water Keep pulling you down Keep pulling you down Deep, deep water Keep pulling you down Keep pulling you down