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 Ooh-ooo-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooo-ooh Ooh-ooo-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooo-ooh Ooh-ooo-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooo-ooh