Speak to Me (Frankie Valentine Mix)

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?

I get deep, I get deep, I get deep

I get deeper, deeper, deeper, into the vibe

What? Huh?

Chilling in the corner at the shelter all by myself

Checking it out, I'm not dancing no more but

Why? Why? Why? What?

How on earth are you supposed to vibe

Around the fake ones, the ones, the ones

That say 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 spinning the song

Spinning it strong

Playing things like "When can our house begin?"

That's my shit, what? Whoo!

I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeper

When people start to disappear

And it's about 6 o'clock

Whoo! I'm feeling 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? Whoo!

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 falling 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, haha, I get deep

Now it's about 3 AM and I see people doing pliés

Spinning, jumping and grinding

As if they had wings on their feet

Raising both hands in the air

As if Jesus was a DJ himself

Spinning those funky, funky, funky, house beats

And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same things

Rhythmatic pause without cause

Bass from those high-definition speakers

Sitting in the corner on each side of the room

Giving us the boom-boom-boom to our zoom-zoom-zoom

The smell of an L lit while walking by

But the music gets me high

Sanctified like an old lady in church

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

Like a family reunion every week

We eat, we drink, we laugh, we play, we stink

So for all you hip-hoppers, you doo-

Woppers, name droppers, you pill-poppers

Come into our house to get deep

What?

To get deep