My Boys

They will only hide out, right now
Hide from you
You will never catch my boys
For they wanna lay low

They won't try to grab the eyes, hell no
Nor play the fools
You won't ever get my boys
For they wanna lay low

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll never leave or let them down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My boys are castaways

And they gotta lay low

My Boys
They turn me blind, my pride and joy
My Boys
They're such a burden on my mind

And they gotta lay low

They will coldly hit you, fool you
And shoot you down
You will never see my boys

For they gonna lay low

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now I can hear the beating drums
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, wherever they go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
With dusty boots and loaded guns
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
My sons are castaways

And they gotta lay low

I know they are the bravest ones
You won't, you won't get my
I know they are my beloved ones
You won't, you won't get my sons

I know they are the wanted ones
You won't, you won't get my
For now they're gonna clear the way
And they gonna lay low



Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Thépot, François Bogatto, Frederic Lichtenberger, Helene Braeuner, Kévin Konrath
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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