Heard he grew up in Queens Got a bullet to the brain Dug a step into fame But that don't mean a thing Said he'd rather be king With an absolute reign 'Till he finds himself a victim of the game (He was stabbing her back, as a matter of fact) Then his life became serious
Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Show you the things that make a man a king Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Why don't you shine like you're the man again
People say that you're blind Then they say that you're fine But they won't help you find Find the road again If they won't help you fight So they torture your mind Then leave you delirious (hee hee hee), Oh my
Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Show you the things that make a man a king Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Why don't you shine like you're the man again
No, no No, no Hee hee hee No, no Baby, baby Hee hee hee
Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Show you the things that make a man a king Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Why don't you shine like you're the man again
Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Show you the things that make a man a king Marchin' like the soldier Marchin' like a soldier boy Why don't you shine like you're the man again
Compositores: Edward Cascio (BMI), James Victor Porte (BMI), Michael Joe Jackson (BMI)Editor: Jab Me Music (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #5273626 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM