In this city, everyone's a jungle
You try to get out but you in the hustle
You say you tired and you wanna go home
But this is not the kind of place that people get away from, oh
And you been high since Friday night
You feelin' blinded by the lights
Met a pretty girl at the bar who wants your number
Smells just like rain and tastes like summer
So you stick around
Yeah, you stick around
But who am I to judge?
I had a dream last night, you were driving a Lexus
Not your cavi Alexis but my daddy Alexis
See I'm full of complexes like, "Who can I trust around here?"
"Why are these people still here?"
"I let these people too near"
"I let these people too near"
But who are they to judge?
Deep, deep water
Keep pullin' you down, keep pullin' you down
Deep, deep water
Keep pullin' you down, keep pullin' you down
Deep, deep water
Keep pullin' you down, keep pullin' you down
Deep, deep water
Keep pullin' you down, keep pullin' you down
