Deep Thought - 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

Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out

Can’t believe the shit that’s happening to me

When I need a place to tranquil, meditate, nothing really matter

Go and rest my head on my shawty booby

She run her fingers the new dread I’m growing

Peep the way my day might have been over while I’m tryna relax, nigga

If you listening and you catch the picture

You might see in between my shawty' legs 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 shit I was taught

Applying what I was taught to the point of you

I’ll slap you, I’m becoming your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper

Then it all feels like the shit was in vanish 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 her model

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 right here to see it

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, well baby I’ll 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 shi

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, fuck I’m s’posed to do

When this be the shit 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 say this with y’all

Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of us feel this too

In any event, this the shit I’m thinking

Some of the many things I’ve got on my mind shawty

That’s why that 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 freight’s internally four

daddy, thanks for your support

And when thinking, see these terms these niggas thinking on the short

They hate when I spit, now they throwing me salt

That’s how my mind travel like I’m in the Caribbean resort

Pondering on shit on all these deep thoughts