Ooh, the slide...
Ahahah Nice

Kick it

I still believe
Haaaaaa

Playin the same damn chords,
Until the gilded eagle flies this way,
Light dips low,
Cold air flow,
Can feel like a blow,
Or so they say

Haaaaaa
I still believe

Here is the golden hour,
Clouds glowin like cherry flour
But still it can taste so sour,
Or so they say,

Here is the golden hour,
Soak it up and feel the power,
Turn the vision, way up louder,

To preserve another's free will,
I won't hesitate
Haaaaaa
I still believe, YEAH

Tryin' to write this whole damn song,
Sippin' some anejo to light the way,
Mind distilled,
Heart is thrilled,
Silver fingertips, just itchin' to play
It happens every day,

Here is the golden hour,
Clouds glowin like cherry flour
But still it can taste so sour,
Or so they say,