Beat Street - Whitewoods

Small city streets, small city of woes

It’s coming on, it’s coming everyday

I see the change, I see the walk

There’s a key, there are stars

And they’re all there above of me

She said there’s no

Common truth in fibbing, what a day

Hold on, beat street

Getting all the words 'til they get through to you

The chosen few are witness to

The things we know they’re yours to demonstrate

It’s not a thing that’s a part of me

Who writes a script alone and follows everyday

He said, no scene

Street legal rules inside our dreams

Hold on, beat street

Getting all the words 'til they get through to you