Letter Wrapped Into A Song

Alright, don't mind my guitar
It's an old, old strings and whatever
But I have a song for you guys
It goes like this

I can't hold a grip
A grip of my sin
My mind is fading assets
I'm starting to speak

Somebody said you better lean on me
The liquid tastes good from the apple trees

Oh, oh, oh
But oh oh oh
It's starting the show
The hook that know the less
To suck up the gold

Who knows who
Oh I know you do
You can't do it
I'm talking to you

I'll come chant too
In the middle of the night
Pictures in my head
It gets me high

Ain't gonna lie
Your drilling turns me on
I'll send you a letter wrapped into a song



Credits
Writer(s): Viktor Brandén
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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