pockets

I'm tired of fake fortunes bein' sold

I'm tired of my tires burnin' rubber on the road

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 to the 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 tryin' to 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 tryna leave

The ties that feel

I'm tryna unlock doors with these musical keys

Eventually 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 P's, I know

But it just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

'Cause I've been tryin' to do this right

With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la

It just feels a little bit like

Somebody cut a hole in my pockets

'Cause I've been tryin' to 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 tryin' to do this right

With no profits and the loss, I can't stop it