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