Deleted Dreams

Inscriptions left from floor to ceiling
Feel like something’s missing
A playa chillin at the clouds
Where sun and seat be kissing
How come all we feel is pain
When we reminiscing
I let the hustle fill my veins
On this money mission
Gon pop the trunk
Gon let em see a playa really gettin it
Bugatti sweater match the leather
Pullin up chameleon
I hate to say it i could do it all
Didn’t even call and take that hit
He gon drink that drought