Shattered Dreams - CunninLynguists

Poor me, pour me a shot of patron

Cigarillo or bordello I just gotta be blown

In a silicone zone where titties are grown

And sessions in the recession where fifties are thrown

Rose petals, pedaled within cities of stone

Reefer and liquor dance, my chemical romance

My pitiful cold hands

That ache to be warm

Like a tux with gold cuffs that waits to be worn

Nowadays

Loves in the haze of a flashback

Those that invest deeply need be gettin' they cash back

Being in lust with love, feels so dreamy

Till it’s shattered in beautiful pieces scattered beneath me

I still chase it, you gotta believe me

I just don’t think it’s as instant as an instance on tv

We try to close the distance but persistence ain’t easy

There’s a ribbon in the sky if you listen to Stevie

Problem is, my arms can’t reach that far

Or stretch that high, is it best I fly

With the wings of a goose, mixed with red bull

And a night cap slapped on to keep my head cool

Awaken in a state of confusion

Dressing quickly to get back to my city

Fuckin' delusion

Where I live

Where I stay

Where I sleep

Where I lay

I’ve seen all the things that pass me by

Oh why can’t it be real?

I cling to my dreams as I grab the sky

Oh why can’t it be real?