[{"id":1510839,"name":"Deep Thought","trackName":"Deep Thought","artistName":"Busta Rhymes","albumName":"Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath Of God (The Deluxe Edition)","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Baby, you want me?\nWell, I want you, too\nYou can have me\nIf I can have you, too\nCome to mommy\nLet me relax you\nLet me comfort you\nIn deep thought, baby?\nTell me what's on your mind\nYo, yo, yo\n\nSmoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out\nCan't believe the shit that's happening to me\nWhen I need a place to be tranquil,\nMeditate, think 'bout what really matter\nGo and rest my head on my shawty booby\nShe run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing\nPeep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\nIf you listening and you catch the picture\nYou might see me laying 'tween my\nShawty legs holding a glass of liquor\nAnd she keep rubbing my head,\nAsking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\nHold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\nMy shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\nWhen I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\nMy voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\nPartially why niggas reluctant to talk\nThey get their way when niggas\nStart rubbing my hand, massaging my back\nThey start confessing to all the shit I was taught\nApplying what I was taught to the\nPoint if you ain't right, I will slap you\nWhile becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\nThen it all feels like the shit was\nIn vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\nLosing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\nI'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\nAnd every day that pass, I move a little smarter\nThat's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\nTo get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\nBut I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\nFather, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\nWell like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\nDespite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated\nI give 'em what they need and got\n'Em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo\nWe ain't screaming \"Violator\" like we used to\nYou ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you\nThere ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder\nYou ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit\nWon't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it\nYeah, and they know who I'm talking to\nBecause they Busta Rhymes fans,\nBut probably not after this song is through\nThe fuck I'm 'posed to do?\nWhen this be the shit that I be thinking when\nI'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo\nMy shawty probably mad\n'Cause I ain't supposed to share these\nConversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue\nBut then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all\nBecause she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too\nIn any event, this the shit I'm thinking\nSome of the many things that I've got on my mind, shawty\nThat's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinkin'\n'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body\nGood days and bad days is part of the process\nBuildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense\nAnd though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex\nTo keep your balance and focus on progress\nThat be the concepts despite the fights internally fought\nThose who were there for daddy, thanks for your support\nAnd when I'm long-term thinking, see,\nThe terms these niggas think on is short\nThey hate when I spot 'em, now they throwing me salt\nThat's how my mind travel like I'm in a Caribbean resort\nPonderin' on shit when I'm in deep thought (You and I—)","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.92] Baby, you want me?\n[00:08.12] Well, I want you too\n[00:12.28] You can have me\n[00:16.18] If I can have you too\n[00:19.90] Come to mommy\n[00:22.60] Let me relax you\n[00:25.96] Let me comfort you\n[00:29.93] Deep thought, baby\n[00:33.26] Tell me what's on your mind\n[00:35.83] Yo, 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They get they way with -, start rubbin' my hand, massagin' my back\n[01:18.73] They start confessin' too, well, this - I was taught\n[01:21.07] Applyin' what I was taught to the point\n[01:22.57] If you ain't right, I will slap you\n[01:24.15] I'll becomin' your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n[01:26.46] Then it all feels like this - was in\n[01:27.96] Vain, it's when I'm bringin' it harder\n[01:29.65] Losin' Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\n[01:31.86] I'm bittersweet, though I promised my mama I'ma become a martyr\n[01:35.02] And every day that pass, I move a little smarter\n[01:37.29] That's why I work so hard to try expandin' business a little larger\n[01:40.33] To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\n[01:42.65] But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\n[01:44.34] Father, they ain't right here to see it\n[01:46.98] Wow, son\n[01:49.03] But like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\n[01:51.02] Despite my heart would suffer, I'm still undefeated\n[01:53.44] 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me\nIf I can have you, too\nCome to mommy\nLet me relax you\nLet me comfort you\nIn deep thought, baby?\nTell me what's on your mind\nYo, yo, yo\n\nSmoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out\nCan't believe the shit that's happening to me\nWhen I need a place to be tranquil,\nMeditate, think 'bout what really matter\nGo and rest my head on my shawty booby\nShe run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing\nPeep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\nIf you listening and you catch the picture\nYou might see me laying 'tween my\nShawty legs holding a glass of liquor\nAnd she keep rubbing my head,\nAsking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\nHold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\nMy shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\nWhen I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\nMy voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\nPartially why niggas reluctant to talk\nThey get their way when niggas\nStart rubbing my hand, massaging my back\nThey start confessing to all the shit I was taught\nApplying what I was taught to the\nPoint if you ain't right, I will slap you\nWhile becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\nThen it all feels like the shit was\nIn vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\nLosing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\nI'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\nAnd every day that pass, I move a little smarter\nThat's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\nTo get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\nBut I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\nFather, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\nWell like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\nDespite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated\nI give 'em what they need and got\n'Em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo\nWe ain't screaming \"Violator\" like we used to\nYou ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you\nThere ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder\nYou ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit\nWon't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it\nYeah, and they know who I'm talking to\nBecause they Busta Rhymes fans,\nBut probably not after this song is through\nThe fuck I'm 'posed to do?\nWhen this be the shit that I be thinking when\nI'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo\nMy shawty probably mad\n'Cause I ain't supposed to share these\nConversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue\nBut then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all\nBecause she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too\nIn any event, this the shit I'm thinking\nSome of the many things that I've got on my mind, shawty\nThat's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinkin'\n'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body\nGood days and bad days is part of the process\nBuildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense\nAnd though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex\nTo keep your balance 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fingers through the new dread I'm growing\n  Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\n  If you listening and you catch the picture\n  You might see me laying 'tween my\n  Shawty legs holding a glass of liquor\n  And she keep rubbing my head,\n  Asking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\n  Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\n  My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\n  When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\n  My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\n  Partially why niggas reluctant to talk\n  They get their way when niggas\n  Start rubbing my hand, massaging my back\n  They start confessing to all the shit I was taught\n  Applying what I was taught to the\n  Point if you ain't right, I will slap you\n  While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n  Then it all feels like the shit was\n  In vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\n  Losing Chris Lighty and then 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and rest my head on my shawty booby\n  She run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing\n  Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\n  If you listening and you catch the picture\n  You might see me laying 'tween my\n  shawty legs holding a glass of liquor\n  And she keep rubbing my head,\n  asking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\n  Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\n  My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\n  When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\n  My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\n  Partially why niggas reluctant to talk\n  They get their way when niggas\n  start rubbing my hand, massaging my back\n  They start confessing to all the shit I was taught\n  Applying what I was taught to the\n  point if you ain't right, I will slap you\n  While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n  Then it all feels like the shit was\n  in vainness, but I'm 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through something\n  When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\n  My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\n  Partially why niggas reluctant to talk\n  They get their way when niggas\n  start rubbing my hand, massaging my back\n  They start confessing to all the shit I was taught\n  Applying what I was taught to the\n  point if you ain't right, I will slap you\n  While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n  Then it all feels like the shit was\n  in vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\n  Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\n  I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\n  And every day that pass, I move a little smarter\n  That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\n  To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\n  But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\n  father, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\n  Well like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\n  Despite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated\n  I give 'em what they need and got\n  'em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo\n  We ain't screaming \"Violator\" like we used to\n  You ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you\n  There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder\n  You ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit\n  Won't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it\n  Yeah, and they know who I'm talking to\n  Because they Busta Rhymes fans,\n  but probably not after this song is through\n  The fuck I'm 'posed to do?\n  When this be the shit that I be thinking when\n  I'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo\n  My shawty probably mad\n  'Cause I ain't supposed to share these\n  conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue\n  But then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all\n  Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too\n  In any event, this the shit I'm thinking\n  Some of the many things that I've got on my 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you, too\nYou can have me\nIf I can have you, too\nCome to mommy\nLet me relax you\nLet me comfort you\nIn deep thought, baby?\nTell me what's on your mind\nYo, yo, yo\n\nSmoking cigarettes, blow the smoke out\nCan't believe the shit that's happening to me\nWhen I need a place to be tranquil,\nMeditate, think 'bout what really matter\nGo and rest my head on my shawty booby\nShe run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing\nPeep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\nIf you listening and you catch the picture\nYou might see me laying 'tween my\nShawty legs holding a glass of liquor\nAnd she keep rubbing my head,\nAsking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\nHold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\nMy shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\nWhen I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\nMy voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\nPartially why niggas reluctant to talk\nThey get their way when niggas\nStart rubbing my hand, massaging my back\nThey start confessing to all the shit I was taught\nApplying what I was taught to the\nPoint if you ain't right, I will slap you\nWhile becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\nThen it all feels like the shit was\nIn vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\nLosing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\nI'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\nAnd every day that pass, I move a little smarter\nThat's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\nTo get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\nBut I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\nFather, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\nWell like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\nDespite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated\nI give 'em what they need and got\n'Em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo\nWe ain't screaming \"Violator\" like we used to\nYou ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you\nThere ain't no statue 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tranquil,\n  Meditate, think 'bout what really matter\n  Go and rest my head on my shawty booby\n  She run her fingers through the new dread I'm growing\n  Peep the way my day might have been overwhelming, tryna relax a nigga\n  If you listening and you catch the picture\n  You might see me laying 'tween my\n  Shawty legs holding a glass of liquor\n  And she keep rubbing my head,\n  Asking me to talk to her, I don't even respond\n  Hold my hand, middle finger, tickle my palm\n  My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\n  When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\n  My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\n  Partially why niggas reluctant to talk\n  They get their way when niggas\n  Start rubbing my hand, massaging my back\n  They start confessing to all the shit I was taught\n  Applying what I was taught to the\n  Point if you ain't right, I will slap you\n  While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n  Then it all feels like the shit was\n  In vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\n  Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\n  I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\n  And every day that pass, I move a little smarter\n  That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\n  To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\n  But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\n  Father, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\n  Well like I said, 'cause they ain't right here to see it\n  Despite my heart was suffered, I'm still undefeated\n  I give 'em what they need and got\n  'Em wildin' 'til this niggas is coo-coo\n  We ain't screaming \"Violator\" like we used to\n  You ask me what's on my mind, baby, well I'ma serve you\n  There ain't no statue of limitation when it comes to murder\n  You ever heard a nigga like me stay on top of shit\n  Won't let it rest 'til we get to the bottom of it\n  Yeah, and they know who I'm talking to\n  Because they Busta Rhymes fans,\n  But probably not after this song is through\n  The fuck I'm 'posed to do?\n  When this be the shit that I be thinking when\n  I'm 'posed to be honest when I talk to my boo\n  My shawty probably mad\n  'Cause I ain't supposed to share these\n  Conversations when we sharing moments like this out the blue\n  But then I got her blessing so that I can share this with y'all\n  Because she feel the way I feel, a lot of others, too\n  In any event, this the shit I'm thinking\n  Some of the many things that I've got on my mind, shawty\n  That's probably why I smoke and I keep on drinkin'\n  'Cause I need closure for my mind, soul and my body\n  Good days and bad days is part of the process\n  Buildin' with my shawty, escaping the nonsense\n  And though I continue to keep it honest, thought process is complex\n  To keep your balance and focus on progress\n  That be the concepts despite the fights internally fought\n  Those who were there for daddy, thanks for your support\n  And 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My shawty stay relaxed, she understand a nigga going through something\n  When I'm at home, ain't no never need for the fronting\n  My voice going, I'm sounding like a frog, doing shows back to back\n  Partially why niggas reluctant to talk\n  They get their way when niggas\n  Start rubbing my hand, massaging my back\n  They start confessing to all the shit I was taught\n  Applying what I was taught to the\n  Point if you ain't right, I will slap you\n  While becoming your favorite rapper's favorite rapper\n  Then it all feels like the shit was\n  In vainness, but I'm bringing it harder\n  Losing Chris Lighty and then losin' my father\n  I'm bittersweet, so I promised my momma I'ma become a martyr\n  And every day that pass, I move a little smarter\n  That's why I work so hard, I try expanding business a little larger\n  To get my son a Range and my daughter a Charger\n  But I feel cheated 'cause Chris and my\n  Father, they ain't right here to see it (Wow son)\n  Well like I said, 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