Pockets

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