The Hidden Cameras - Bboy Lyrics
Life with the bboyLife with the bboy, hope for the AmericanJustified bboy, hope for the AmericanContact with bboy, hope for the AmericanI was born into the arms of his illMy sentences light to the ire of DullsvilleCome back the bboy, hope for the AmericanWhat up, the bboy? Hope for the AmericanPetrified bboy, hope for the AmericanWe spy at night through blinds on family funA tear is his eye at the dire of DullsvilleWalloped the bboy, hope for the AmericanConvicted bboy, hope for the AmericanWhat up, the bboy? Hope for the AmericanHe sways me with his charm and I fold at his feetA practiced lie in an honest wayIf I was born into the arms of his illHe'd grip me and gripe in an old-fashioned wayA big boy, hope for the AmericanContempt the bboy, hope for the AmericanWhat up, the bboy? Hope for the American