Kicks (Acoustic)

Oh-oh, oh

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 'cause

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 dollar bills
I just made a beat that sick
When my thoughts start to rhyme, yeah, goosebumps never lie
You might not get down to this, but

That's how I get my kicks
Oh, my kicks
Yeah, my kicks
Ooh

Ten miles in my Converse
They'd see, they'd see, that
Flip side got its own perks
Yeah, your mainstream runs against mine
But we, but we, still nod heads 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 dollar bills
I just made a beat that sick
When my thoughts start to rhyme, yeah, goosebumps never lie
You might not get down to this, but

That's how I get my kicks
Oh, my kicks
Yeah, my kicks
Oh, yeah, oh
That's how I get my kicks
Oh, my kicks
Yeah, my kicks
Oh, yeah, yeah

That's how I get my kicks
(My kicks)
My kicks

Outside, I'm so quiet
But there's voices singing in my choir
Oh, outside, I'm so quiet
But there's voices singing in my choir

Oh, your thrills ain't my thrills, I ain't chasing dollar bills
I just made a beat that sick
When my thoughts start to rhyme, yeah, goosebumps never lie
You might not get down to this, but

That's how I get my kicks
Oh, my kicks
Yeah, my kicks
Yeah, oh
That's how I get my kicks
Oh, 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 mine



Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Lou Stenzel, Andrew Frampton, Max Farrar, Gabriel Benjamin
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