It nicee
my city is nice
look how she pretty
look how she pretty
watcha now
Pushin’ on my skateboard
Pushin’ on my skateboard
Having growing up in a dead end
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til i'm sixteen
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Jumping, over hedges
Fires and bicycle races
screwing up, and skinned chin
We were a bunch of nine boys
Se used to share toys and make noise
Streetball games, late at night
Baseball bat and broken window
Open window, music loud
Closing eyes and rocking crowd
Tubbys dubs, and boredom
Having growing up in a dead end
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til I'm sixteen
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Having growing up in a dead end
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til i'm sixteen
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Pushin' on my skateboard
Pushin' on my skateboard
Going far far on the boulevard / Bord de Loire
seh I’m going far far on the boulevard
rock it and jam it at Aucard
mi seh we rock it and we jam it like bear superstar
‘cause ah Tours city we come from X2
‘cause ah Tours city we come from X2
Pushin' on my skateboard
Pushin' on my skateboard
My father is a cabinet maker
And my mama she’s a great painter
my brother is a farmer
He grow the best ganja
And he’s a producer
We’re the boys from the valley
We know ‘bout the streets and the alleys
Sunset on the Simon island
This place is a legend…
Having growing up in a dead end
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til i'm sixteen
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Having growing up in a dead end
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Was always there ’til i'm sixteen
Hawthorn street was it’s name
Rejoins-moi à l’allée des Aubépines.
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