Pockets

[Verse 1] I'm tired of fake fortunes being sold I'm tired of my tyres burning rubber on the road Tired of the distance, the lengths that I go to Trying to get a bit of credit from you Fuck that Real love feels real So I don't need to try to synthesise The feel Bridge] I'm trying to 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 [Chorus] And it just feels a little bit like Somebody cut a hole in my pockets 'Cause I've been trying to do this right With no profits and the loss I can't stop it. [Verse 2] 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 [Bridge] I'm trying to 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 Ps I know [Chorus] But it just feels a little bit like Somebody cut a hole in my pockets Cause I've been trying to do this right With no profits and the loss I can't stop it