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