Songtexte:
A Band Of Boys

like shit but we try not to be rude. Me and the boys ain't afraid to raise our voices But we hardly ever act It is sad but it's a fact, Then it's time

What'cha get is absolutely me I don't want a serenade To hear you say a thing All I need is your attention And a 10 karat diamond ring Monday

cold It's not good enough You made a deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a

. Sit on the beach, drink mai tais, get a job in a Hawaiian band, play the ukulele Heck, I don?t know, dance the hula. Maybe I?ll open up a little coffee

boy's got stress The boys' a .38 hidden in his desk The boy's got a chickie With four months to go Grim Facts - every parent better know The girl's a

if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy

They lie to your mama for you, try to keep you safe You're with them fire alley virgins on a midnight vamp Lost your heart on Main Street to a beautiful

Johnny, you're a cheater." Well, the pimps swung their axes and said, "Johnny, you're a liar." And from out of the shadows cam e a young girl's voice,

'll be a short delay, Bear with me please," They gave us the usual hassle, "You can't take those guitars on board," But the boys in the band just smiled