Pockets

La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da I'm tired of fake fortunes being sold I'm tired of my tires burning rubber on the roads Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to Tryna get a bit of credit from you F*ck 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 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 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 tryna 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 P's, 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 La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da 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