Bboy

Life with the bboy

Life with the bboy, hope for the American

Justified bboy, hope for the American

Contact with bboy, hope for the American

I was born into the arms of his ill

My sentences light to the ire of Dullsville

Come back the bboy, hope for the American

What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

Petrified bboy, hope for the American

We spy at night through blinds on family fun

A tear is his eye at the dire of Dullsville

Walloped the bboy, hope for the American

Convicted bboy, hope for the American

What up, the bboy? Hope for the American

He sways me with his charm and I fold at his feet

A practiced lie in an honest way

If I was born into the arms of his ill

He'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned way

A big boy, hope for the American

Contempt the bboy, hope for the American

What up, the bboy? Hope for the American