Bring it back with that bass line
And let me bust another one of my question rhymes
Whatever happened to play in the mud?
Little kids building castles
All they understood. Thinkin’ but not to much
About the box where they sat was their world
And in it was good
Playin all day ’till the street lights came on
And Momma called you home for spaghetti and meat balls
Say a lil’ prayer and a bath GoodNight!
Lifes so simeple. Return to the next days
It was back to that sandbox Praise…
Sandbox praise
Sandbox praise
Sandbox praise
So Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On and on and on
Fig Your hands in the dirt
Children we play with earth
On and on and on
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On and on and on
Dig your hands in the dirt
Need a microphone
2-1 send it haha
Are ya with me?
The question again phraised a little differnt
What ever happend to my beautiful innocence?
I can’t remember when but it faded away
Got lost along the shuffle ’bout the 7th grade
Never know why or when or where it went
But i’d sure like to find a lil bit of innocence
Sometimes I have to stop and ask why
Things allways catchin’ up with me and you ’til I die
Cause you know what they say what you reap is what you sow
Yet responsibility I always seem to throw away my faith
Gotta get get back to the memories…
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
So dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On and on and on
Dig your hands in the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On and on and on
Dig your hands n the dirt
Children we play with that earth
On and on and on
Dig your hands in the dirt…
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise
Sandbox Praise