pockets (mixtape version)

This record is intended to help you check your playing equipment Without the use of measurement instruments And remembering that the ultimate aim Is to produce sound which is completely acceptable to the listener 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 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 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