Bars Of Gold - The Hustle lyrics

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 slowed your heart rate down And cover me from harm I got that fire inside my soul Down to my feet it keep 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 keep 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 ba** 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 slowed your heart rate down And cover 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