Текст песни 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
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