Kicks (acoustic)

Oooohhh Handprints in the concrete They run, they run, like Young birds with the red cheeks Always Barefoot on the sea glass Sharp ones, sharp ones, they Don't learn when they cut class What's dust to you is gold to me But we're just different books to read Where every single chapter Is another cliffhanger Oh, your thrills ain't my thrills I ain't chasing the bills I just made a beat that sick When my thoughts turn to rhyme Yeah, goosebumps never lie You might not get down to this but That's how I get my kicks Ooh my kicks Yeah, my kicks Ooh Ten miles on the converse They'd see, they'd see, that Flip side got its own verse Yeah, your Mainstream runs against mine But we, but we, still Nods head at the same time What's dust to you is gold to me Gold to me But we're just different books to read Where every single chapter Is another cliffhanger Oh, your thrills ain't my thrills I ain't chasing the bills I just made a beat that sick When my thoughts turn to rhyme Yeah, goosebumps never lie You might not get down to this but That's how I get my kicks Ooh my kicks Yeah, my kicks Ooh, yeah oh That's how I get my kicks Ooh my kicks Yeah, my kicks Ooh, yeah oh That's how I get my kicks My kicks My kicks House lighted So quiet But there's voices singing in my choir And outside is, so quiet But there's voices singing in my choir Oh, your thrills ain't my thrills I ain't chasing the bills I just made a beat that sick When my thoughts turn to rhyme Yeah, goosebumps never lie You might not get down to this but That's how I get my kicks Ooh my kicks Yeah, my kicks Yeah, oh That's how I get my kicks Ooh my kicks Yeah, my kicks Yeah, oh That's how I get my kicks That's how I get my That's how I get my