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the bad seed - pockets lyrics

[intro]
turn it up…

[verse]
ma threw a birthday again (broke.)
feelings at risk and freedoms provoked
ain’t maintaining like other folks
try to ease the pain, telling mother jokes
only got me hiding the pain
d-mn shame
but i keep it real in my quotes
[?] announce the feeling i feel the most
’cause giuliani don’t play when he catch you dealing with [?]
you feel me?
it’s gonna get better
but is it really?
it was better when i was young
stealing bikes, bouncing, doing a pop-a-wheelie
do i (a) sell drugs, get my pockets filled up
hustle for cash, even though i might get k!lled up
or do i (b) just chill… i don’t need to hust-ill
c’mon down, this rap sh-t real
i’m talented plus ill
i dig in my pockets, looking for dough
series is cancelled
no cream, i dig in much deeper, looking for answers
pulling out lint only depresses me
’cause everything costs [?] trying to pay rent on time especially

[pocket]
you need to get a job and keep it

i heard somebody talking, i turned around quick, i didn’t peep it

[pocket]
the streets is where the dough is at though, it ain’t a secret

i looked down to see my f-cking pocket speaking
i know y’all think i’m reaching
i’m like, look, i’m too high for this
plus, everybody know the street’s where the dough is at
what you a rocket scientist?
my left pocket laughs, says

[pocket]
hahahahs, n-gga, you don’t know the half
if you was really [?] pushing a [?] getting cash

[other pocket]
or, you could be writing beats
banging out joints in the lab…

[…song continues. todo finish transcribing.]

- the bad seed lyrics

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