Full Pockets ft. Don Kadji Lyrics

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