Songtexte biscayne - SASH

(Woo, hahahaha)

Letter to myself
Hope this shit'll help
Road ahead's a hill
But I wish you well
Have to move in stealth
Have to help yourself
Take the cards you're dealt
No matter how you felt

I can take this down from Broadway to Biscayne ('Gaine)
Rather show you all the ways than to explain ('Splain)
Picture perfect, it's nice, but won't maintain ('Tain)
Golden days, olden days, oh, how shit changed (Changed)

Write a letter to my old self, know you don't want no help
High is where your head's held, you should take it
Promises get broken, know your path is chosen
In my head, I had to write a

Letter to myself
Hope this shit'll help
Road ahead's a hill
But I wish you well
Have to move in stealth
Have to help yourself
Take the cards you're dealt
No matter how you felt

I can take this down from Broadway to Biscayne ('Gaine)
Rather show you all the ways than to explain ('Splain)
Picture perfect, it's nice, but won't maintain ('Tain)
Golden days, olden days, oh, how shit changed

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