Deep Thought
[Intro: unknown woman, Busta Rhymes]
Baby you want me?
Well I want you too
You can have me
If I can have you too
Come to mommy
Let me relax you
Let me comfort you
In deep thought baby
Tell me what’s on your mind
Yo, yo, yo, yo
[Verse]
Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out
Can’t believe the sh*t that’s happening to me
When I need a place to tranquil, meditate, think ’bout what really matter
Go and rest my head on my shawty booby
She run her fingers through the new dread I’m growing
Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga
If you listеning and you catch the picture
You might see me laying ‘tween my shawty’ lеgs holding a glass of liquor
And she keep rubbing my head, asking me to talk to her I don’t even respond
Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm
My shawty stay relaxed she understand a nigga going through something
When I’m at home I don’t ever need for the fronting
My voice going, I’m sounding like a frog
Doing shows back to back, partially why niggas reluctant to talk
They get their way when niggas start rubbing my hand, massaging my back
They start confessing to all the sh*t I was taught
Applying what I was taught to the point if you ain’t right
I will slap you, I’m becoming your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper
Then it all feels like the sh*t was in vain but I’m bringing it harder
Losing Chris, I ain’t losing my father
I’m bittersweet so I promised my momma I’mma become a martyr
And everyday that pass, I move a little smarter
That’s why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger
To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger
But I feel cheated ’cause Chris and my father, they ain’t here to see it (Wow son)
Well like I said, ’cause they ain’t right here to see it
Despite my heart was suffered, I’m still undefeated
I give ’em what they need and they start wildin’ ’til this niggas is coo-coo
We ain’t screaming “Violator” like we used to
You ask me what’s on my mind baby, well Ima serve you
There ain’t no statue of limitation when it comes to murder
You ever heard of?
Nigga like me stay on top of sh*t
We won’t let it rest ’til we get to the bottom of it
Yeah, and they know who I’m talking to
Because they Busta Rhyme fans, they’re probably not after this song is through
Well, f**k I’m s’posed to do
When this be the sh*t that I be thinking when I’m supposed to be honest when I talk to my boo
My shawty probably mad
‘Cause I ain’t supposed to share these conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue
But then I got a blessing so that I can share this with y’all
Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of us feel this too
In any event, this the sh*t I’m thinking
Some of the many things that I’ve got on my mind shawty
That’s probably why I smoke and I keep on drinking
‘Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body
Good days and bad days is part of the process
Build it with my shawty escaping the nonsense
And though I continue to keep it honest, thorough process is complex
Keep your balance and focus on progress
That be the concepts
Despite the fights internally fought
Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support
And when my long term thinking , see these terms these niggas thinking on the short
They hate when I spite, now they throwing me salt
That’s how my mind travel like I’m in the Caribbean resort
Pondering on sh*t when I’m in deep thought
