Prada or Celine

Wesh (feat. Unknown T)

my yah!

Steeze Kills.

r u dumb??

pinktesla

Female Top

father

NEW TO ME

my bad bro

Diamonds

Lyrics:

Hey kid, it's me—or it's you, just older.
Still got that scar on your left shoulder.
Still write lyrics on restaurant napkins.
Just sold out the club where you used to sneak in.
I know you're nineteen, sleeping on Jake's floor.
Mixing beats on software you stole—I mean "borrowed."
Mom thinks you're wasting your life on a pipedream.
Dad hasn't called back since last week's fight scene.

And I wish I could tell you it gets easier.
I wish I could say the doubts get quieter.

But you're gonna lose some people you can't lose.
You're gonna sing through nights you can't get through.
That guitar you pawned? You'll buy it back twice the price.
And every scar's gonna be worth the sacrifice!
So hold on, kid—just hold on.

Remember that girl who believed you'd be something?
She's married now, two kids, still says she saw it coming.
Your best friend Mike who played bass in the basement?
Overdosed at twenty-five—I couldn't save him.
But you'll meet people who become your family.
Eight kids by the rail singing your lyrics back at you.
And that song you're writing on Mom's old piano?
It's gonna save someone's life in Orlando.

And I wish I could tell you which roads to take.
I wish I could tell you which hearts won't break!

But you're gonna lose some people you can't lose!
You're gonna sing through nights you can't get through!
That guitar you pawned? You'll buy it back twice the price!
And every scar's gonna be worth the sacrifice!
So hold on, kid—just hold on!

I see you in every empty venue.
In every kid who says our songs saved them.
I know you think you're not enough.
But kid, you're more than I ever was.
And Mom? She's got our poster on her wall.
Dad learned the words to every song.
So when you're crying in that van at 3 AM—
Know it leads to everything!

You're gonna lose some people you can't lose!
You're gonna sing through nights you can't get through!
That guitar you pawned? You'll buy it back twice the price!
And every scar's gonna be worth the sacrifice!
Every scar's gonna be worth the sacrifice!
So hold on, kid—just hold on!
Hold on, kid—just hold on!

PS—Start writing everything down.
You're gonna want to remember this.


Letter To My Younger Self

father

Jim Legxacy