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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 Smoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out Can't believe the shit that's happening to me When I need a place to be 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 rеlax a nigga If you listening and you catch the picture You might see mе laying 'tween 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, ain't no never 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 Letras de cancionesThey start confessing to all the shit I was taught Applying what I was taught to the point if you ain't right, I will slap you While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper Then it all feels like the shit was in vainness, but I'm bringing it harder Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr And every day 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 right 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 got 'em 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 I'ma serve you There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder You ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit 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 Rhymes fans, but probably not after this song is through The fuck I'm 'posed to do? When this be the shit that I be thinking when I'm 'posed 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 her blessing so that I can share this with y'all Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too In any event, this the shit 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 drinkin' 'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body Good days and bad days is part of the process Buildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense And though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex To 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 I'm long-term thinking, see, the terms these niggas think on is short They hate when I spot 'em, now they throwing me salt That's how my mind travel like I'm in a Caribbean resort Ponderin' on shit when I'm in deep thought (You and I—) From Letras Mania