Woolsmith - Bad Hand (feat. Agsty)

All in
And hands down
Worst set of cards
I've ever found
But never once
Folded out
Taking big blind
Every round
Stage calls
Till curtain falls
Wasn't ever
That big a deal at all
Sixty-five
Roses crawl
A top the mountain
Standing tall
I turned high card
Into a game
Molded a shard
Into a flame
Bad hand
But what a play
Makes all the difference
Or so they say
On burning embers
I dance all day
Born with a bad hand
But oh my god..
What a play
I've conquered curtains as they fall
Molded magic in an ancient hall
Danced like champions finishing tasks
And wore the faces of a hundred masks
I turned high card
Into a game
Molded a shard
Into a flame
Bets roll
As the air leaks out
I wanna speak
Scream and shout
Bad hand
But what a play
Makes all the difference
Or so they say
On burning embers
I dance all day
Born with a bad hand
But oh my god..
What a play
Life is hard, sure
I'll stomach the pain
Give me the sword
I'll have the dragon slain
I refuse
And I won't concede
Everyone should have
The chance to breathe
Bad hand
But what a play
You'll never see me walk
Another way
Throughout the storm
You should see me play
Born with a bad hand
But oh my god..
I've got a
Bad hand
But what a play
Got two and seven
And flushed straight to hell
But It kinda
Suited me well
Born with a bad hand
But oh my god..
What a play

Written by:
Espen Drevassbukt, Sebastian von Werden, William Myrmellom

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