Songtexte biscayne - SASH

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
Rather show you all the ways than to explain
Picture perfect it's nice but won't maintain
Golden days, olden days oh well shit 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 will 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
Rather show you all the ways than to explain
Picture perfect it's nice but won't maintain
Golden days, olden days oh well shit changed

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