La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da

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