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I Get Deep - Richard Earnshaw Remix

Roland Clark
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I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper Into this thing The deeper I go, the more knowledge I know What to sing, what to bring, what? They know what is what, but they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper Into the vibe What? Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself checkin' it out I'm not dancin' no more, but why, why, why, what? How on earth are you supposed to vibe Around the fake ones, the ones that say They know what is what, but they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck? They know what is what, but they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck? What? I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper Into this thing and I pretend that they're not there I just stare Up in the booth at the dread man spinnin' the song Spinnin' it strong, playin' things like "When can our house begin?" That's my shit, what, ooh I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper When people start to disappear and it's about six o'clock Ooh, I'm feelin' hot Take off my sweater and my pants And I start to dance and all the sweat just goes down my face And I pretend that there's nobody there but me in this place I get deep, yo, I get deep, what? Woo I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep when he takes All the bass out the song and all you hear is highs And it's like, oh, shit Ah, I get deep I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep and the rhythm Flows through my blood like alcohol and I get drunk And I'm fallin' all over the place But I catch myself right on time, right in line with the beat And it's so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet I get deep, I get deep, I get deep Why, if house music was air, then "Dr. Love" would be my song And I would only take deep breaths and fill my lungs with the rhythm With the bass I get deep, I get deep We get happy, we stomp our feet, we clap our hands We shout, we cry, we dance and we say, "Sweet Lord, speak to me" Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me Because we love house music And on this night, it brings us together They know what is what, but they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck? They know what is what, but they don't know what is what They just strut, what the fuck?