Overtime - Brika

It clicked when she would go round

Running through the whole town

Talking to

Him once again

He looked a little profound

Trying not to slow down

Coaching her

Like everyday

He'd give her that sweet talking

Always laughing

All the time

He'd give her that smooth smirkin'

And he's working

Overtime

Give me all your soul

Give me all your dreams

Give me all your weak thoughts

Oh the things that you do to me

And I singing

Give me that sol fa a little bit

Give me that do la a little bit

Give me that secret

Hush

I must yes I do need

Not slick 'cause I know how

That girl somehow

Had to much to contemplate

Thirty and nineteen why are they fighting

It's getting stranger everyday

He'd give me that sweet talking

Always laughing

All the time

He'd give her that smooth smirkin'

And he's working

Overtime

Give me all your soul

Give me all your dreams

Give me all your weak thoughts

Oh the things that you do to me

And I singing

Give me that sol fa a little bit

Give me that do la a little bit

Give me that secret

Hush

I must yes I do need