Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music Box, artist - Keke Palmer. Album song So Uncool, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 16.09.2007
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Music Box |
| Listen up, turn your box up, gather all around |
| This one’s strictly for the ghetto (yup) |
| Some of y’all recognize, some of y’all won’t |
| Better pay attention and listen close |
| There was an old lady who lived in my hood |
| That sold freeze pops for a quarter |
| Had so many kids that I lost count |
| More sons than she had daughters |
| And every night before they would fall asleep |
| They’d pray for shelter and food to eat |
| But the landlord huffed and blew the house down |
| Now they out on the streets |
| And now she cleans, she mops |
| The tears they drop |
| The only sound that drowns it out comes from my music box |
| So just let the music play (play) |
| No, don’t let it stop (no) |
| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood, but I got my music box |
| When the sirens sound (wind it up) |
| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up) |
| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good |
| Cause I got my music box |
| There was an old man (he lived in the hood) |
| Had rubber bands, dimes, and quarters (worth a block) |
| Put him away, left his wife and kids |
| It affects his teenage daughter (daughter) |
| Can’t shake the reflection |
| Starved to perfection |
| I’ve seen it all before (before) |
| Now she ignores the advice of a kid folk |
| Tell her stay home |
| But she creeping out the back door |
| And now she pays the cost, young girl |
| So lost |
| I feel your pain |
| Try to maintain |
| Wind up your music box |
| So just let the music play (play) |
| No, don’t let it stop (no) |
| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood |
| But I got my music box |
| When the sirens sound (wind it up) |
| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up) |
| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good |
| Cause I got my music box |
| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah |
| This hood situation’s got me sick |
| Call the doctor quick, quick, quick |
| Doctor, doctor |
| Will I die? |
| (Na na, young blood, just let the song play) |
| So just let the music play (play) |
| No, don’t let it stop (no) |
| No, it ain’t easy growing up in the hood |
| But I got my music box |
| When the sirens sound (wind it up) |
| Or the shots ring out (just wind it up) |
| Had trouble in the hood, but I’m onto the good |
| Cause I got my music box |
| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah |
| Cause I got my music box |
| Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ah |
| My music box |