Pocket Full of Trouble (Golemix)

[Intro Instrumental] [Verse 1] I’m a small-time ghost in a bargain-bin coat Swipe a little snack, then I vanish afloat Got a grin so sharp, it could cut your pride If you blink one time, I’m already outside I don’t need gold chains, I don’t need a crown Just a sly little scheme and a map of this town Pay your little dues? Baby, not my thing I’m too busy laughing at the keys you cling [Pre-Chorus] Hands off, I’m a free-run soul Say “sit down,” I say “watch me go” No leash, no boss, no cage for me I’m gone like smoke and a backdoor key [Chorus] Pocket full of trouble, trouble I move, then I double, double Try to play king, I play free You don’t own a thing on me Pocket full of trouble, trouble I’m gone in a blink, yeah, bye-bye, bubble No one tells me how to live I take my space, I take my grip [Break] [Verse 2] Petty little lift from the corner store shelf Not proud, but I’m honest about being myself I talk so slick, got a razor tongue Every “no” you throw, I just laugh and run You can keep your rules and your velvet rope I learned early on how to climb on hope They want clean lines, I bring chaos and style Leave a little mess and a real good smile [Pre-Chorus] Hands off, I’m a free-run soul Say “sit down,” I say “watch me go” No leash, no boss, no cage for me I’m gone like smoke and a backdoor key [Chorus] Pocket full of trouble, trouble I move, then I double, double Try to play king, I play free You don’t own a thing on me Pocket full of trouble, trouble I’m gone in a blink, yeah, bye-bye, bubble No one tells me how to live I take my space, I take my grip [Break] [Bridge] I don’t bow, I don’t fold I was born with a loud-mouth soul If the world wants me tame It can eat my name Freedom’s a door with a busted lock I keep my own hours, I talk my talk If they call me wrong, I call me real I’m mine to move, I’m mine to steal [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Pocket full of trouble, trouble I move, then I double, double Try to play king, I play free You don’t own a thing on me Pocket full of trouble, trouble I’m gone in a blink, yeah, bye-bye, bubble No one tells me how to live I take my space, I take my grip [Outro Instrumental] Little crime, big grin That’s how I slip right in No crown, no chain Just my name in the rain [End]