(Verse 1)
Standing on solid ground when no one is around is not a problem when you start from the ground. Though I found I have company, I haven't employed. I haven't made them deploy the ink on a pen to say what they may enjoy... if they don't have to think again. Reason being is in ink. Before the ink has been received. No reason for you to be leaving! Dollar signs are what I wanna receive. And what I need, I *want*to get. And what I want to get has been intercepted by... what I need. So what you're *gonna* get, I ain't hiding. You hiding from it.
(Hook)
Have you ever asked yourself, "What is he doing?"
I'm practicing what I've learned.
I learned not to let you go!
I learned not to let you go.
Therefore, we'll never burn.
(Verse 2)
Before my mother died, I told her I have a crush on her. A sucker indeed, but Krishna crawling at my ribs led me to believe that as a listener, she'd get all that I give. And with the sickness (not a disease) that I live with bothering me inside, I honestly needed to provide the profession of affection that she had not received for years when crying tears of me being what I deny my peers to be: a real DeBell. A rebellious Devil. Don't ever settle.
(Hook)
Have you ever asked yourself, "What is he doing?"
I'm practicing what I've learned.
I learned not to let you go!
I learned not to let you go.
Therefore, we'll never burn.
(Verse 3)
Every man eventually finds their mother is who they're meant to be with... in the eyes of another. And I have hidden secrets from many. Yet you're hiding secrets from me and the pleasing (indeed) of which finding the secret out would be, is why you doubt me. Now, I feel lousy. You wanna be down with me, and I'm down on me while I'm (goin' down on you...). The Tongue of Destiny, leaving my throat. I'm speaking it slow. Maybe she... wants to kiss me again. maybe those kisses weren't the wind. The perect sin. A Perfect 10, in subtraction.
(Hook)
Have you ever asked yourself, "What is he doing?"
I'm practicing what I've learned.
I learned not to let you go!
I learned not to let you go.
Therefore, we'll never burn.
You know who you are.
Thanks for the memories.
~Jr.~
