Paper Dreams

Cash stack tall, skyscraper ambition,

Wallet got weight, heavy like tradition.

Gold on my wrist, but my soul feel hollow,

Heart took a hit, can't borrow, can't swallow.

Money ain't the healer, just a shiny disguise,

Fame got me lonely under flashing skies.

Richer in the pockets, poorer in the chest,

Chasing paper dreams, but my heart need rest.

Cameras flash, paparazzi like a swarm,

Spotlight burns hot, but inside it’s a storm.

Hundred-dollar tears, drippin' on the floor,

Rich man blues, can't buy what I’m lookin’ for.

Private jets, but no one to call my co-pilot,

Table full of meals, yet the vibe stay silent.

Billion-dollar art, walls still feel bare,

Heartbreak got a grip, no luxury compare.

Contracts signed, but love don’t got a clause,

Countin' all my wins, still mourning the loss.

Gold-plated chains, can't bind what's broke,

Fame’s a cruel joke, just mirrors and smoke.

Money ain't the healer, just a shiny disguise,

Fame got me lonely under flashing skies.

Richer in the pockets, poorer in the chest,

Chasing paper dreams, but my heart need rest.