Текст песни: The Hustle + перевод

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 slow my heart rate down and shelter me from harm

I got that fire inside my soul down to my feet it keeps 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 keeps 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 slow my heart rate down and shelter 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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