Nahlidge:Hold on to dreams, for when dreams die
Life is a broken winged bird, that cannot fly
Had the house, wife, picket fence, a couple of kids
Nice car, big rims, but he struggled within
Under the skin, kept the ugly and bad, good was seen
Played the part of American Dad, understood the teens
His hood was clean, jealousy was over abundant...but
A deeper look shows he struggled to keep the motor runnin`
Old and blunted, but he already lived the life of a king
But it was only money that gave him the wife of his dreams
Gabriel:
Why's this house divided in two when I provided for you
Took you out of the jungle to where your skirt blew
Even the winds knew... blowing cold glass at me I saw
With the sun burning I still had to stand in awe
Of a living trophy made of diamonds, my tears drying
Hold me, name whatever you want Ima keep trying
I kept you on a pedestal, ignored any chances to stray
Kids path paved, went from off the rack to off the runway
Ill take the blame, real love isnt coordinated with green
Seems you, me, baby all just woke from the american dream
Nahlidge:
No glass of cold water, no alarm clock needed
Just cold sweats, wakin` me up with heavy breathin`
Schemin`, had it all, lost it all, or so it seems
Handlin` this divorce, gon` leave me in a whole for weeks
Months, even years, fuck it, even tears
But love had me blinded, shit, I wasn`t even scared
They told me, ain`t no I in team, why the fuck am I even here
She was my everything, don`t seem like she even cares