Full Pockets (feat. Don Kadji)

Young fool boys, man we got no choice
We workin' on our music 'cause it's time to raise our voice
The studio is our home, momma calls me on my phone
I've been on my shit, don't worry I'm not gone

I feel I need to change 'cause this life's the same
I guess I need to get carried away
By my dreams to forget this pain

But everyday these nightmares are still here
Fuck you mean
Music is my medicine
That's why I know one day I'll be okay

My head is a mess
Smokin' weed to fight the stress
Wish my mind was full of joy
But it's full of dreams instead

Chillin' in my zone
Everythin' seems wrong
That's why I write another song

Open FL
With my boys 4L
Record some shit, goin' deep
Man it's time to excel

Full Pockets
Got full pockets
Pockets full of dreams
Man it's time to take off

Feelin' melancholic
This life kinda alcoholic
Write some shit, what you think
Man I love it

Strugglin' a little on my own
Too many nightmares, are those dreams enough?

This shit turned mi into an addict
Smokin' weed under these attics
This shit is kinda crazy
Don't know if y'all ready

Don't you love the sunshine?
The moonlight?
Fillin' my pockets tryin' to feel fine
Yeah

Was in the wood just hitin a bong
Bro hit me up now we doing a song
Then I went home and dreamed so long
Of me and bros smoking all night long

All the shit that we have passed
Two G's stronger then this pack
We was last so we can't do rest
Still make sparks in the ash

And my hands are gettin dirty
Because everyday we workin
And u know we keep it certi
Never felt we wasn't worth it

And got bangers in the box
I got weed under the socks
Because my pockets are full
Of dreams but without u

Drinking out the bottle never behave like an adult
I don't want bitches and models

I Just want to reach the point
When I don't hear any voice
And the silence I can enjoy
Play the game like bad boys
We a danger like Detroit

Never stoppin, locked in the studio rockin
Talking weed, my type of shopping
We are stunning on your coffin
Revelation is so shocking

Crystal clear
When we speak you can hear
Honesty feelings and fear

Switch the gear
Everyday I need a eel
To powering up my will
To keep spinnin the wheel

Steady ready to do many things that we dreamed
Sick is the world but music our medicine

Open FL
With my boys 4L
Record some shit, goin' deep
Man it's time to excel

Full Pockets
Got full pockets
Pockets full of dreams
Man it's time to take off

I will share all with my bros
Those a 3, others are hoes
Cause everybody should knows
They driving their little boat

My head is a mess
If I smoke make sure is the best
YFB inside my chest



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Lenoir
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