Pocket by Wic Whitney

The road cannot make promises
It gives me what it wants and lets me go

A bus between me and my doe-eyed boy
With calloused hands
A plane between my father's calls
I'll call him back, he understands
And the group chat of my friends
Complainin' ‘bout Chicago winters
I spend way too many minutes wishing
I could curse the wind with ’em

Which story will I choose to read aloud and will it be the right one

Packin' for puddle in a drought
Packin' for a little bit sad, shit lot a bit of sad
Packin' for a fine farewell because nobody said it
I been practicing, forget it
I don’t want a key to no fuck ass city
I just want to fill a city with people
That fuck with me
And I never have to leave
And I never have to cry
And I never have to pack
Cause I’ll never say goodbye again (again)

The road cannot make promises
It gives me what it wants and lets me go
(You still have my heart, keep it in your pocket)
Which story will I choose to read aloud and will it be the right one
(I still have your heart, I keep it in my pocket)

Don’t you worry darlin'
You’ll have such a time
You’ll live something new
And I won’t keep you waiting
But I’ll be sending love from a pin-drop placement
And I'll smile about the times that I can’t see
Because I’m far too far away
Far away

The road cannot make promises
It gives me what it wants and lets me go
You still have my heart, keep it in your pocket

Which story will I choose to read aloud and will it be the right one
(I still have your heart, I keep it in my pocket)
I don’t want a key to no fuck ass city
I just want to fill a city with people
That fuck with me
(You still have my heart, keep it in your pocket)
I don’t want a key to no fuck ass city
I just want to fill a city with people
That fuck with me
(I still have your heart, I keep it in my pocket)

• Alternative
• alt rap
• alternative hip-hop
• feel good
• soul pop
• Chicago