Pockets Songtext
von easy life
Pockets Songtext
I′m tired of fake fortunes being sold
I'm tired of my tyres burning rubber on the roads
Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to
Tryna get a bit of credit from you
Fuck that, real love feels real
So I don′t need to try to synthesize the feel
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
My friends puff trees, turn a Z to a G
Oh, no
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
Indulgently, 'cause I do this for me
I know
And it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
′Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
And consumption lies at the heart of my bad habits
I live in a world where I want, but can′t have it
Tell me why that is the way it is
I need some real love, to feel real
But people all around me still try to leave the ties that feel
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
Habitually, I smoke a Z to a G
Oh, no
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
It′s no wonder why I make no Ps
I know
But it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
It just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can′t stop it
And it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
I'm tired of my tyres burning rubber on the roads
Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to
Tryna get a bit of credit from you
Fuck that, real love feels real
So I don′t need to try to synthesize the feel
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
My friends puff trees, turn a Z to a G
Oh, no
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
Indulgently, 'cause I do this for me
I know
And it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
′Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
And consumption lies at the heart of my bad habits
I live in a world where I want, but can′t have it
Tell me why that is the way it is
I need some real love, to feel real
But people all around me still try to leave the ties that feel
I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys
Habitually, I smoke a Z to a G
Oh, no
And all I do is twinkle the ivory keys
It′s no wonder why I make no Ps
I know
But it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
It just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can′t stop it
And it just feels a little bit like
Somebody cut a hole in my pockets
'Cause I′ve been tryna do this right
With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Samuel Edward Hewitt, Murray Cameron Matravers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com