Thin Pockets Lyrics
| Song | Thin Pockets |
| Artist | Ryler Smith |
| Artist | Wndrfl |
| Album | Exhibition Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jonas Museng'ya Speich | |
| 作曲 : Mike Scianna | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a soufflé | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache | |
| Trynna **** somebody | |
| Wanna wreck those walls | |
| - Wake up early and | |
| Correct those flaws | |
| Uh, | |
| New rap album dun made my day | |
| Brought the spark back like my name Mahlay | |
| Im aiming high | |
| Only way | |
| Or else bite up on the cyanide | |
| See it thru the Zion eye | |
| Long shots, I desire mine | |
| Uh, check | |
| Up in these booths | |
| Straight living what i dun choose | |
| Aint no shit dont get it confused | |
| Cruising thru the night | |
| Highway bright | |
| But the city sleeps | |
| I get the sense | |
| Goose gumps on my skin | |
| they run too deep | |
| I had the spot up | |
| Everyone came thru in instant | |
| Whole building turn to piss stench | |
| Weed plants with the rich stank | |
| Momma came back and found those cracks and cradles | |
| Same night I left the house | |
| Relationship turned fatal | |
| Momma went to back to Kenya | |
| Now we text often | |
| Makes you wonder how to fix shit | |
| When you mess your shot | |
| Fried food at one twenty too | |
| The city sleeps | |
| Cept the youngins up creeping | |
| Looking for they peace | |
| Check, uh | |
| What you gonna do | |
| before your time is over | |
| Step the **** up | |
| Or get pushed over | |
| Im done with you niggas | |
| Wasting my time and energy | |
| Replacing the ones who bailed on me | |
| With the real ones who stand with me | |
| Uh, we was up until too late | |
| Pockets thin, soufflé | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a soufflé | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache |
| zuo ci : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuo qu : Mike Scianna | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache | |
| Trynna somebody | |
| Wanna wreck those walls | |
| - Wake up early and | |
| Correct those flaws | |
| Uh, | |
| New rap album dun made my day | |
| Brought the spark back like my name Mahlay | |
| Im aiming high | |
| Only way | |
| Or else bite up on the cyanide | |
| See it thru the Zion eye | |
| Long shots, I desire mine | |
| Uh, check | |
| Up in these booths | |
| Straight living what i dun choose | |
| Aint no shit dont get it confused | |
| Cruising thru the night | |
| Highway bright | |
| But the city sleeps | |
| I get the sense | |
| Goose gumps on my skin | |
| they run too deep | |
| I had the spot up | |
| Everyone came thru in instant | |
| Whole building turn to piss stench | |
| Weed plants with the rich stank | |
| Momma came back and found those cracks and cradles | |
| Same night I left the house | |
| Relationship turned fatal | |
| Momma went to back to Kenya | |
| Now we text often | |
| Makes you wonder how to fix shit | |
| When you mess your shot | |
| Fried food at one twenty too | |
| The city sleeps | |
| Cept the youngins up creeping | |
| Looking for they peace | |
| Check, uh | |
| What you gonna do | |
| before your time is over | |
| Step the up | |
| Or get pushed over | |
| Im done with you niggas | |
| Wasting my time and energy | |
| Replacing the ones who bailed on me | |
| With the real ones who stand with me | |
| Uh, we was up until too late | |
| Pockets thin, souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache |
| zuò cí : Jonas Museng' ya Speich | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike Scianna | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache | |
| Trynna somebody | |
| Wanna wreck those walls | |
| - Wake up early and | |
| Correct those flaws | |
| Uh, | |
| New rap album dun made my day | |
| Brought the spark back like my name Mahlay | |
| Im aiming high | |
| Only way | |
| Or else bite up on the cyanide | |
| See it thru the Zion eye | |
| Long shots, I desire mine | |
| Uh, check | |
| Up in these booths | |
| Straight living what i dun choose | |
| Aint no shit dont get it confused | |
| Cruising thru the night | |
| Highway bright | |
| But the city sleeps | |
| I get the sense | |
| Goose gumps on my skin | |
| they run too deep | |
| I had the spot up | |
| Everyone came thru in instant | |
| Whole building turn to piss stench | |
| Weed plants with the rich stank | |
| Momma came back and found those cracks and cradles | |
| Same night I left the house | |
| Relationship turned fatal | |
| Momma went to back to Kenya | |
| Now we text often | |
| Makes you wonder how to fix shit | |
| When you mess your shot | |
| Fried food at one twenty too | |
| The city sleeps | |
| Cept the youngins up creeping | |
| Looking for they peace | |
| Check, uh | |
| What you gonna do | |
| before your time is over | |
| Step the up | |
| Or get pushed over | |
| Im done with you niggas | |
| Wasting my time and energy | |
| Replacing the ones who bailed on me | |
| With the real ones who stand with me | |
| Uh, we was up until too late | |
| Pockets thin, souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Baggie pants | |
| With black hoodies | |
| Put me back in the trance | |
| Aint no halfing these plans | |
| We got one chance | |
| We was up until like too late | |
| pockets thin, like a souffl | |
| Getting drunk on a Tuesday | |
| Wake up with tooth ache |
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