New Beat Fund - Sikka Takin' The Hard Way | Текст песни

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• Sikka Takin' The Hard Way

I got five broke strings on a broke guitar. I sold my shit to pay back my Mom.
Yeaa, my music don't make money and my record deal's gone,
but life is a party and I'm partying on.

I tell myself that it's alright, it's ok.
Just scraping by now but soon gonna find out,
That this will be alright, there's no way,
I'm stumbling back now, I'll figure it out.
So sicka takin' the hard way.

Woke up this morning I was singing this song,
Recycling bottles from the parties we've thrown.
Stop giving me sticks, start throwing me bones.
Cuz I may not be buff but I sure am strong.

I tell myself that it's alright, it's ok.
Just scraping by now but soon gonna find out,
That this will be alright, there's no way,
I'm stumbling back now, I'll figure it out.
So sicka takin' the hard way.

To get together, together we get better.
To get better we got to get together.
To get together, together we get better.
To get better we got to get together.

I tell myself that it's alright, it's ok.
Just scraping by now but soon gonna find out,
That this will be alright, there's no way,
I'm stumbling back now, I'll figure it out.
So sicka takin' the hard way.

To get together, together we get better.
To get better we got to get together.
To get together, together we get better.
To get better we got to get together.

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