paroles de chanson A Letter To My 21 Year Old Self - Reverend and the Makers

Tryna get famous
Tryna make a work of art
Tryna be the greatest
So you wanna be a music star?
Well, you should've known better
Wish I coulda wrote letters
To my 21-year-old self

You don't wanna do this
You gonna quit the music biz
Imagining the hubris
In reckoning someone cares
But nobody's forthcoming
Any port in a storm, but it's
Hard for my 21-year-old self

To tell you not to let such fears
Dominate any of your bestest years
Take care that your friends and peers
Don't get near with the bags of gear
Nobody knew better
Nobody asked whether
T'was good for my 21-year-old self

Don't say, "Yes" to everything
And don't concern yourself with what anyone thinks
Maybe be kinder to yourself and know your worth
Know when to leave, say, "Sorry" first

Don't let your heart get hardened
Trust that you'll prevail
And don't be paralyzed by the fear you'll fail
And don't disguise your feelings behind arrogance
You can have it all, but not all at once

You don't wanna do this
You gonna quit the music biz
Imagining the hubris
In reckoning someone cares
But nobody's forthcoming
Any port in a storm, but it's
Hard for my 21-year-old self

There wasn't a career advice
Truly the best and worst of times
One day, it'll be behind
You and I bet that you might well find
That when it's all better
God only knows whether
I'll say to my 21-year-old self

Don't say, "Yes" to everything
And don't concern yourself with what anyone thinks
Maybe be kinder to yourself and know your worth
Know when to leave, say, "Sorry" first

Don't let your heart get hardened
Trust that you'll prevail
And don't be paralyzed by the fear you'll fail
And don't disguise your feelings behind arrogance
You can have it all, but not all at once

Don't say, "Yes" to everything
And don't concern yourself with what anyone thinks
Maybe be kinder to yourself and know your worth
Know when to leave, say, "Sorry" first