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