Текст песни Sunshine In My Pocket - ClockClock

Tell all my exes I feel bad
I was too young to understand
Hope you remember me like that, yeah (that, yeah)

Okay, you know it
First thing in the morning, got a Rollie, can't control it
Keep 'em rolling, balance my emotions
I still bear my scars, made it through the walls
I came to adore ya
Now we smell like California
You know my fate, I leave it in your hands
My life ain't been the same ever since, ever since

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell all my exes I feel bad (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was too young to understand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hope you remember me like that, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got sunshine in my pockets
This day might really be the best I ever had
Seeing stars like I'm a rocket
And I'm feeling like I'm never coming back
Tell my problems I said, "Fuck 'em"
I ain't worried about nothing, dawg
I got sunshine in my pocket, yeah
And today is on me, yeah, today is on me

Okay, don't worry
Happiness will manifest if you keep acting sorry
Take a moment, breathing is the focus
Don't matter who you are, what matters is your heart
I came to adore ya
Now we smell like California
You know my fate, I leave it in your hands
My life ain't been the same ever since, ever since

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell all my exes I feel bad (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was too young to understand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hope you remember me like that, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I got sunshine in my pockets
This day might really be the best I ever had
Seeing stars like I'm a rocket
And I'm feeling like I'm never coming back
Tell my problems I said, "Fuck 'em"
I ain't worried about nothing, dawg
I got sunshine in my pocket, yeah
And today is on me, yeah, today is on me

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bae, bae, ay)
Okay, you know it
First thing in the morning, got a Rollie, can't control it
Keep 'em rolling, balance my emotions
I still bear my scars, made it through the walls

Okay, you know it
First thing in the morning, got a Rollie, can't control it
Keep 'em rolling, balance my emotions
I still bear my scars, made it through the walls