Eddie Franco - Ponder

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye oh, oh, oh
Lil Eddie
Yeah
Have you seen me
I been shining with none of that gold
Eddie don't need it
Eddie way too cold lately like anemic
She gon let me dive up in her ocean, when I'm seasick
Shawty done left me all alone when I was grieving
I ain't come to terms
But we sure came to an agreement
When I get older I'll be a pastor or deacon
But for right now I'm off of these drugs
Yeah I be peaking
It's bad trust me I know
But I still be out here geeking
She like what's your plots this evening
She like what's your plots this weekend
Babygirl I'm busy, gotta keep my record up
I'm undefeated
She gon let me put my hand
On her chest, pledge of allegiance
Pondering thoughts
Lil Eddie wondered when it went wrong
Know I gotta get it
No matter the cost
It's the only way I could ever floss
I'm keeping it PG
Ballin' like 23
Feelin' like MJ
Minus 9
Yeah I'm the 14th
She wanna know me
Maniac my astrology sign
I need my checks like Nike
Or should I get my stripes with Adidas
I don't know which one should I sign
She say she love me
At the end of the day
I know she was lying
I'm 18 finna be 19
So I do not plan on retiring
Singing on beats like a fucking choir
I used to kick it at the waterhole
I just looked up at the sky
Wonder where the time gone
I ain't talking bout no suicide
When she had my lil mind blown
I was listening to Retroville
Nigga don't know how to feel
Had some problems at home
I can't talk to Dr Phil
My therapy 100 mill
Got a void I'm tryna fill
My purpose I'm tryna fulfill
It was me, Dub, Sir, and 3, Eway
We was up in a telly
You fucking on a bitch
That smell like fish
I can't be jelly, yeah
Getting cheddar yeah like Mozarelli
And you know I delete history like Paranelli
Is they real I say no not really
I just tore that pussy up
I tore it up like an achilles
She gon run over my dick
Like she got on them fucking Heelys
Told her that I wanted to fuck
Long ago, she said I'm silly
They think that I came back from this heartbreak
Like I ain't drop milly
I guess not evidently
Rub on my genius gently
You niggas be funny
South Park, like Kenny
Recording studio I did it legitly
Letting so much smoke out
You might think I'm a chimney
My chain on 58 degrees like it's chilly, yeah
(You fucked up Eddie)
(You-you-you-you fucked up Eddie)

Written by:
Eddie Franco

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