An emotional piece about bricklaying' tradies
Props to HXRIN for the beat - soundcloud.com/hxrin/

Lyrics ~
(Verse 1)
on my knees bricklaying with the homies
We be passing up slabs of clay concrete
begin Chiselling' bricks like we in ancient Greece
Cold chicken in the trunk waiting for a feast

(chorus)
been on smoko 8 times this work ain't going far
pullin up a pickup truck fuck a foreign car
as i seat these bricks up in mortar
start packing up my shit and we pull up at the bar

(Verse 2)
better spot me in the high vis
dirt cover my shirt and my eye lids
lighting up my durry with the small bic
Callin up my shawty wont be home by 6
unless were talking 6 in the morning
laying bricks you know it never gets boring
still laying whilst your asses be snoring
grinding on the night shift account balance soaring

(Breakdown)
my hands, They start feeling sore but we dont stop laying like we at war

i don't - want - you - anymore
so get the fuck out my 4 wheel 2 door
blowing checks on the pokies but i still ain't poor
300 down shit i'm loading up more
on the races we be making bets now
hotbox the portaloos until sundown

(chorus)
been on smoko 8 times this work ain't going far
pullin up a pickup truck fuck a foreign car
as i seat these bricks up in mortar
start packing up my shit and we pull up at the bar

Yeah as i seat these bricks up in mortar
pack up my shit and pull right on into the bar 

Yeah as i seat these bricks up in mortar
pack up my shit and pull right on into the bar 

Brickies stayin up bitch we be laying up bricks
Brickies stayin up bitch we be laying up bricks

RudeVegas