The Hustle
By Bars of Gold (2010)
On album Of Gold (2010)
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My legs were made of wood
You kept the ground real warm
You kept my spirits up
When they were gone
But I'm a half made man
A shelter from the storm
You slowed your heart rate down
And cover me from harm
I got that fire inside my soul
Down to my feet it keep me going
All threw my town and down dirt roads
I got that fire inside my soul
I got that fire inside my soul
Down to my feet it keep me going
All threw my town and down dirt roads
I got that fire
Forget your guns
And your ammo
We need nails
Bring your hammers
Girl, if you give up
They'll crucify this town
Like a drum
In the basement
When that bass
And that snare hits
Girl, if you give up
They'll sanctify us now
Would you sing it loud and I say
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
Like a preacher facing pulpit
Or a group of school kids laughing
In the face of every master
Clap your hands
Like a preacher facing pulpit
Or a group of school kids laughing
In the face of every master
Clap your hands
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
My legs were made of wood
You kept the ground real warm
You kept my spirits up
When they were gone
But I'm a half made man
A shelter from the storm
You slowed your heart rate down
And cover me from harm
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
But you got to
You kept the ground real warm
You kept my spirits up
When they were gone
But I'm a half made man
A shelter from the storm
You slowed your heart rate down
And cover me from harm
I got that fire inside my soul
Down to my feet it keep me going
All threw my town and down dirt roads
I got that fire inside my soul
I got that fire inside my soul
Down to my feet it keep me going
All threw my town and down dirt roads
I got that fire
Forget your guns
And your ammo
We need nails
Bring your hammers
Girl, if you give up
They'll crucify this town
Like a drum
In the basement
When that bass
And that snare hits
Girl, if you give up
They'll sanctify us now
Would you sing it loud and I say
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
Like a preacher facing pulpit
Or a group of school kids laughing
In the face of every master
Clap your hands
Like a preacher facing pulpit
Or a group of school kids laughing
In the face of every master
Clap your hands
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
My legs were made of wood
You kept the ground real warm
You kept my spirits up
When they were gone
But I'm a half made man
A shelter from the storm
You slowed your heart rate down
And cover me from harm
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
I don't wanna build temples (You got to)
But you got to
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