Pockets

Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Ohhh
Damn it feels good to be looking up
Back plotting all these schemes that I’m cooking up
I can’t believe I ever thought I wasn’t good enough
I’d give advice but I don’t think I took enough
So bet that I say «yes» and work like an immigrant
Drive it like I stole it but I play it like I’m innocent
Yeah I’m getting on to it, shoot out over shotgun
Cause it’s hard to mock one when he’s going Mach 1
Day in, inspired 'til I expire
Day out, head higher than a jet liner
I wanna shine, yeah I just want the feel
And it might be fool’s gold but I wear it like it’s real
Ah, I want the glitter but I still get the jitters
Even though I’m seasoned I still gotta be a winner
Oh, I’m in the desert all the water I want
The sun’s high but mirage is all that you got
So we are told
«You can have it all
More than you can hold
Reap what you sow»
Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Ooooh, pockets full of gold
Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Oh I, still want it
Ooooh, pockets full of gold
I got a taste of it and it’s got me chasing it
I want to breathe it, wanna smell it, rub my face in it
It’s that good that I’m going outer space with it
But I gotta be cool keep my pace with it
It’s in my tendons that I tend to get ahead of myself
Settle for nothing 'cept when I gotta settle myself
It’s not up to me, I just got something to say
But if it was, I would have it all yesterday
I wanna hit 'em like Sonny Liston, fuck a buddy system
I wanna build that brand like you saw Russell lifting
That philosophy, I need the shopping sprees
From a saint to a lunatic, ride with me
I’m not Nelly but addicted to the telly’s
Cause they put me in a spot where there’s nothing you can tell me
That good life, it’s not just a plan for me
That’s a fantasy for any fan to see