Pocket Full of Promises

Lyrics
Little Tweety Dum got her first guitar I taught her all she knows and she will go far But not with any bros, hoes, or hipster chodes She got a pocketful of promises, promises, promises Half-prepared at best, though the best by far She doesn't have to train just to be a star Works out and does yoga and prays to Baal I got a pocketful of promises, promises, promises Pocketful of promises, promises, promises All my politics are out of whack and you fell for that That's what we both love about me It's heresy Was that a promise? Would I lie? Baby What's an excuse for taking bribеs? He goes by Jane or John likе he's dead and gone He was a they or them now he's Q-Anon So they chopped off his head cause his face was wrong He gotta pocketful of Parkinson's, Parkinson's, Parkinson's Big ol' Bertha wept at the disco club She sat upon the floor for her favorite song I'd offer her a hug, but she's much too young I gotta pocketful of promises, promises, promises Pocketful of promises, promises, promises Was that a promise? Would I lie? Baby What's an excuse for taking bribes? Maybe If I can't help, I'll lose my mind baby Promise me you'll never lie Don't ever say that you were mine, baby And don't ever ask me why Cause when you lie, I can't help but lose my mind
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Credits
- Writers
- Ariel Pink
- David Stagno