itslako - Pondering Lyrics

Spark that shit, what
Funds unlimited like an ammex, Don't need the cash, bitch, f*ck the debit
Everywhere I go, I just swipe it's credit Don't look at the price, I just get it
Smoking tree forever, Fer's Stash be so clever, HQ out in Denver, you better wear a sweater
Moving joystick, bitch, playing like arcade I'm on a f*cking claw machine, it's feeling like a Crane
Can not think coherently, The thoughts have left my brain, bitch, it's clear to me
Thinking you my friend, you not a thing to me, Nostalgia really warms my soul, hope that you Can see
Wish that you can relive some of your memories That would be so special, but it's why it's Called memory
Hope that it could happen again Cherish all of them inside your head
Yeah, I know you hoping for the best Try to be better every day
These demons come around and they always tryna play with my emotions
Shit feel like a f*cking toxin I've been sipping on some concoctions lately, feel like my only option
Been out of control, not feeling right, I gotta stop it Gotta snap out of it, lock in and just break the lockpick
Seasonal depression always hits me like a truck, lay here what the the f*ck am I doing? Get the f*ck up
Got the windows down while we ride around And we smoking now while we hanging out
F*ck the cops, let them chase us brody, I'm the roadrunner, fools think they Wile E Coyote
They ain't catching none, do this shit for fun Donuts, then lights off and I'm f*cking gone
What? I'm f*cking gone Donuts, lights off, bitch, and I'm f*cking gone
Growing up I was never afraid I'm too high, I could never degrade
I got stabbed in my back and betrayed Keep a gun so I never get played
Free Tremaine, I remember that raid In the jungle, I keep me a heater
I'm too cool for the hood like I'm Jeter I can't love on no lick or no eater
I ain't ducking no red, that's a fact Shit get wicked, I put on my mask
Smoking pack in the back of the back Keep the knock, so why would I lack
In the field, niggas know where I'm at Niggas whack, I'ma keep it a stack
Where you at, bitch? I'm bustin' the trap If he hat, we gon' shoot at his head
Liquor flows like water when I pour it in my cup
Strong to the core, 43% Now my hands are numb
Vodka straight, no chaser Yeah, we too damn wasted
Tryna go out faded, I ain't tryna be out lamin' Drop some shit on Soundcloud and my crew will get to flaming
Always hating on me, but it's just some trash you making
Do not say some shit, you live up in your parents' basement
Do not hit me if it ain't about a f*cking payment