Spark

Okay, I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and get a little too loud
And if I go broke, I’ll slow down, whatever ‘til I need a new cloud
But that’s okay ‘cause ain’t nobody care
And even if they did, there ain’t nobody here
So I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and then I’ll figure it out

See I got work in half an hour, got no time to shower, I could maybe spray, be gravy for my shift
Or better, I could stay a little later, do everyone a favor, so I grab my shower cap and take a hit
That wasn’t the plan, yo, I’m telling you, but y’all don’t understand: when I’m working everybody says hi
My vision starts to a get a little hazy, looking for something to save me, put my shades on cover up my red eye
Yeah, now I’m hoping I get paid enough to keep up with my shit
I got bills on bills and groceries on top of all the rent
Can’t pretend, now this situation needs a little fix
That’s when I have a seat and take a hit, FUCK!
And at this point I’m thinking wavy’s an understatement, I’m gravy and my boat’s just too full
But maybe I can float off and chill, just go off and smoke while I spill, and if that ain’t bad enough, well

I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and get a little too loud
And if I go broke, I’ll slow down, whatever ‘til I need a new cloud
But that’s okay ‘cause ain’t nobody care
And even if they did, there ain’t nobody here
So I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and then I’ll figure it out

I don’t know what to do, my boss is in a mood, I see him and I come up with a lie
So when I pull up half an hour later than I should
I got a reason to be late, I’ll tell you why
Sorry, I was stuck in traffic, so dramatic, story of my life
My boss is unaware I got no license, I don’t even drive
He looks down at his watch and says would you look at the time, I need to leave this fucking office, cause it’s five,
And now I’m seated, feet up on the desk, I need a double screen
I got Netflix on my right and on my left a couple things
Gelatin, no gelato, it’s the one like icey cream
Lights low, like a cinematic dreamscape
Guaranteed a couple Z’s and for Pete’s sake, can’t even see
Eyes striped, looking like I play for Tennessee
And my eyes dry, I cannot pretend anymore
I’m just guessing that this how it’s meant to be and that’s okay

I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and get a little too loud
And if I go broke, I’ll slow down, whatever ‘til I need a new cloud
But that’s okay ‘cause ain’t nobody care
And even if they did, there ain’t nobody here
So I’m bout to roll, spark, smoke, start slow and then I’ll figure it out