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
Pockets Video (MV)
Performed By: Easy Life
Length: 3:28
Written by: Samuel Edward Hewitt, Murray Cameron Matravers, Robert James Milton
Easy Life - Pockets Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Samuel Edward Hewitt, Murray Cameron Matravers, Robert James Milton
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC