Pocket Full of Nothing

[Verse 1]

Landlord knocking on a Monday

Red letters on the floor again

Cup noodles in a fancy bowl

Laugh it off like it's a trend (yeah)

Mama calling

“Baby

You eat?”

I say

“I'm good

I'm grown”

Got a pocket full of almost nothing

Still I walk like I own this road

[Chorus]

I got a pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me

They can measure what I'm holding

They can’t measure what I breathe

You can take my sleep

My time

Still can't touch my peace

Pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me (oh yeah)

[Verse 2]

Bus stop

Suit in my backpack

Name tag folded in my hand

Boss talk spinning like a soundtrack

Saying

“Be grateful for what you have”

I been skipping dreams just to show up

Clock in

Clock out

Same scene

But I tip that mirror to my own face

Say

“Boy

You still look like a king”

[Chorus]

I got a pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me

They can measure what I'm holding

They can’t measure what I breathe

You can take my sleep

My time

Still can't touch my peace

Pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me (yeah, yeah)

[Bridge]

They say sit down

I lean back further

They say calm down

I laugh

Get louder

If all I ever own is my last little nerve

I'ma spend it on my joy

That's what I deserve

[Chorus]

I got a pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me

They can measure what I'm holding

They can’t measure what I breathe

You can take my sleep

My time

Still can't touch my peace

Pocket full of nothing

But it feel like something to me

Pocket full of nothing

Still I walk like royalty