Aubepines

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

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