Check, check, it like this
Bring it with that bass line And let me bust another one of my rhymes Whatever happened to in the mud Little kids buildin' castles, all understood
Thinkin' but not too about the box where they sat Was their world and all was in it was good all day Till the street came on, came on
And momma call you home for spaghetti and balls And say a prayer and a bath good night Life so simple, to the next days It was back to that
Sandbox praise, sandbox Sandbox praise, sandbox
So dig your hands in the we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig hands in the dirt Children we play with earth (On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the Children we play with earth (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt
Eat the 2, 1, Are you me?
The question again phrased a little Whatever to my beautiful innocence I can't remember when but it away Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th
know why or when or where it went But I'd like to find a little bit of innocence Sometimes I to stop and ask why Things always up with you and me till I die
'Cause you what they say What you reap is you sow Yet I always see away my faith (Got to get to the memories)
Sandbox praise, praise Sandbox praise, sandbox
So dig your hands in the Children we with that earth (On and on and on) Dig hands in the dirt Children we play that earth (On and on and on)
Dig your hands in the Children we play that earth (On and on and on) Dig your in the dirt
Sandbox praise, praise Sandbox praise, praise praise, sandbox praise