Yeah…
Chased a dollar, lost a day.
Built a kingdom outta paper,
and watched the wind blow it away.

Another late night, city hummin’ low,
Countin’ all the things that I let go.
Dreams made of smoke and unpaid loans,
Tryna buy peace with a broken phone.
Every mirror flash, I see a ghost,
Dressed in designer, but hollow the most.
Money talk loud, but it never listens,
And fame don’t heal, it just hides the mission.

Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Things that fade when I need ‘em most.
Tryna buy love, but I sold my soul,
Now I’m rich in pain and poor in gold.
Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Built my dreams where the cold wind blows.
Now I’m learnin’ what matters most —
Peace over diamonds, truth over posts.

Got friends turnin’ to followers,
And time turnin’ to borrowed words.
Ain’t no mansion in my mind,
Just memories I left behind.
The world say “shine,” but I dimmed my light,
Found more peace in a sleepless night.
Now I’m done with the shallow show,
I’d rather feel than just let it go.

Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Things that fade when I need ‘em most.
Tryna buy love, but I sold my soul,
Now I’m rich in pain and poor in gold.
Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Built my dreams where the cold wind blows.
Now I’m learnin’ what matters most —
Peace over diamonds, truth over posts.

The more I get, the less I own,
The louder it gets, the more alone.
They said success gon’ set me free,
But the cage got gold, not a key.
Now I measure wealth by quiet nights,
Good hearts, and city lights.
If love’s the price, I’ll pay it twice,
‘Cause peace ain’t found in the hype.

Now I’m workin’ for joy, not pay,
Tryna turn my hurt into clay.
Buildin’ art from all my cracks,
Growin’ gardens in the black.
So let ‘em flex their empty boasts,
I’ll toast to the ones who feel the most.
‘Cause I found faith in the simple notes,
And I quit believin’ in paper ghosts.

Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Things that fade when I need ‘em most.
Tryna buy love, but I sold my soul,
Now I’m rich in pain and poor in gold.
Yeah, I been chasin’ paper ghosts,
Built my dreams where the cold wind blows.
Now I’m learnin’ what matters most —
Peace over diamonds, truth over posts.

They say money talks…
But peace?
Peace whispers.