Testo Bricks

Your dream is the grindOur roots are intertwined.Here, in my head I am freeUnder the gun, what will I be?Young boy so afraidThese bricks must be laidHere, to cross over the edgeIn high heels and carry the baggageThat's the latest,What's the forecast?I'm digging tranches and the girls are gorgeousIt's five o'clock,Don't really want to quit now.With love we will thriveLet no one call this jive.(P. Kingsbery)© Edwin Ellis Warner Chappell Music France