Check, check, Check it this
Bring it back with that bass And let me bust one of my question rhymes Whatever to play in the mud Little kids buildin' castles, all they
Thinkin' but not too about the box where they sat Was world and all that was in it was good all day Till the street light on, came on
And momma you home for spaghetti and meat balls And say a prayer and a bath good night Life so simple, return to the days It was back to that
Sandbox praise, praise praise, sandbox praise
So dig your hands in the Children we with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the we play with that earth (On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the Children we play that earth (On and on and on) Dig hands in the dirt
Eat the 2, 1, Are you me?
The again phrased a little different Whatever to my beautiful innocence I can't when but it faded away Got along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade
Never know why or when or where it But I'd sure to find a little bit of innocence I have to stop and ask why Things always catchin' up you and me till I die
you know what they say What you is what you sow Yet I always see away my faith (Got to get to the memories)
praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox
So dig hands in the dirt Children we play with that (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt Children we play that earth (On and on and on)
Dig hands in the dirt Children we play with earth (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt
praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox Sandbox praise, sandbox