Dear Miley Cyrus,
Bruhhh. I got Endless Summer Vacation blazing in Brooklyn. She grown now. From Hannah Montana, twerking on Robin Thicke at the VMA’s, to “We Can’t Stop” at Shore Club Miami Beach. The twenties. You got it out of your system.
At last, you are in your thirties like Taylor and I. Welcome. Only a real life journey could have fueled an album such as this. “Jaded”. “Island”. I am bowing down to you, Korine, and Morando over “Handstand”. Psycho melodies.
“Naked in conversation, drown me in your delight.” Backyard Sessions and Happy Hippie are getting a lot of attention. You know I have to give props for your newest milestone. Your commitment is ill. Proud of you, young woman.
Sincerely,Xynn Tii