Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dissolving in a Daydream, artist - Porter Ray
Date of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dissolving in a Daydream |
I found a woman that I wanted but I couldn’t have |
She make me smile when I’d see her |
But she wouldn’t laugh |
I see her dance subtly |
Her movement held mystique |
Her body language paint a picture |
So I felt her speak |
Melted tree |
Talked for hours over several weeks |
Infatuated, friendships never felt this deep |
Shit is deep, understand she had a another man |
With other plans |
Puttin' carats in her wedding band |
A better man than I would have been |
Breakin' up grams, eyes closed |
Hit the wood again… |
I reminisce |
Heaven’s kiss |
Hit my hood again |
Cruise by her old crib thinkin' 'bout what coulda' been |
I miss her voice… |
Envision Venus in the night sky |
My dream’s vast |
King at last, but I still can’t redeem the past |
Fiend for cash viciously |
I couldn’t keep her ass |
Hit the gas and imagine when I seen her last |
I hope she happy in her new house |
Honeymoon, then she moved south with her new spouse |
Pool house, big back yard, all of that |
Tried to contact her jack |
But she ain’t called me back |
I’m fallin' back… |
I see her face frozen in my photographs… |
And think that maybe she’s the one I was supposed to have |
Our chosen paths separated |
Guess I hesitated too long… |
Now shorty moved on… |
Tell me where you been… |
Tell me where you been |
I had a homie who was stuck within his frame of mind |
Same as mine but I figured that it’d change with time |
He don’t change his grind |
He just rearrange the crime |
29 in his pictures postin' gang signs |
Aimin' .9's |
Take nine or he’ll take your shine |
Instagram’ing guns |
Ain’t afraid to face the time |
Flee the cops |
Squeeze Glocks through a t-top |
His heat cocked, still hold cream… |
Yo, who need rock? |
A homicide took my brother, left me traumatized |
So I monetize my memories far beyond the skies |
World is ours |
But he shotty in a stolen car… |
In drive-bys, sparks fly like fallen stars |
Things fall apart, pieces to the puzzle crumble |
Young and humble tryna' make it through this fuckin' jungle |
Huggin' bundles |
Pushin' poison to our brothers' uncles |
Lust for hundos, the cycle keep us in the struggle |
It been a minute since I spoke with him |
Ain’t seen his face |
Even longer since I smoked with him |
Back when I was broke with him… |
Sweet aromatic cigarillos |
Laid back puffin packs by the pillow, still though… |
Compress chronic in my chest help me digest food for thought |
See the block make us digress |
Life’s test separated us through life’s quest |
He drownin' without a life vest… |
Tell me where you been |
Tell me where you been |