Pocket Fulla Sunshine
Cold air then the rain appears
I prefer when the days are weird
I move from the way of fear
There's far too much room for complaints in here
Take care, with fuck shit, man I don't compare
Every weird idea is met with mock and stare
It takes years out the light, then we lost in hell
And all we got left is what we buy and sell, well
You'll get yours, but honey I'll get mine
I gotta get my pocket fulla that sunshine
And you can waste your money, you can waste your time
I gotta God damn pocket fulla motherfucking sunshine
And we move just like that
Now we move just like that
Like that
Now bring right it right back
Carving us on my wrist
Bending over backwards for shit
Never amount to nothing but this
Drift in the wind like piss
Woah woah
Hey hey
I cannot complain
Wait
I do what you can't baby
Don't you leave me stranded
I'm that blue faced, head throbbing
Out the back, I stay coughing
Loose screw, mister magic
I don't know, it didn't happen
You'll get yours, but honey I'll get mine
I gotta get my pocket fulla that sunshine
And you can waste your money, you can waste your time
I gotta God damn pocket fulla motherfucking sunshine
I prefer when the days are weird
I move from the way of fear
There's far too much room for complaints in here
Take care, with fuck shit, man I don't compare
Every weird idea is met with mock and stare
It takes years out the light, then we lost in hell
And all we got left is what we buy and sell, well
You'll get yours, but honey I'll get mine
I gotta get my pocket fulla that sunshine
And you can waste your money, you can waste your time
I gotta God damn pocket fulla motherfucking sunshine
And we move just like that
Now we move just like that
Like that
Now bring right it right back
Carving us on my wrist
Bending over backwards for shit
Never amount to nothing but this
Drift in the wind like piss
Woah woah
Hey hey
I cannot complain
Wait
I do what you can't baby
Don't you leave me stranded
I'm that blue faced, head throbbing
Out the back, I stay coughing
Loose screw, mister magic
I don't know, it didn't happen
You'll get yours, but honey I'll get mine
I gotta get my pocket fulla that sunshine
And you can waste your money, you can waste your time
I gotta God damn pocket fulla motherfucking sunshine
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Writer(s): Trevor Hyde
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