Here are some songs we are listening to with Tia's baby brother~A song called Morning Sun (by the Plump DJs :)Daylight burns on my eyesAnd I face them on you.And I bless the morning sun your here with me.I know today was meant to be.Summertime was always fine with meBut now your here, its beautiful.Summertime was always fine with meBut now you're here, it's wonderful.All night long we had shared each others lives.Now I see the love light shine and shine in your beautiful eyes.And I bless the morning sun your here with me.I know today was meant to be.Summertime was always fine with meBut now your here, its beautiful.Summertime was always fine with meBut now your here, its wonderful.
And... You are my sunshine. Especially since Tia tells me that she is not my sunshine any time I sing this song.
And lots and lots and LOTS of MIA. Which probably explains the little raised fist in the picture here. Yey!
boys there? how many? boys there?
How many? how many no money boys are crazy how many boyz are raw
how many no money boyz are rowdy
how many start a war?
(boys ~ MIA)
(Tia's favorite. Makes us wanna shake our booties and makes us think of Auntie in Australia who we miss so much!!)
Pirate skulls and bones,
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs,
Running when we hit 'em,
Lethal poison through their system,
No one on the corner has swagger like us,
Hit me on my banner prepaid wireless,
We pack and deliver like ups trucks,
Already going hard just pumping that gas,
]All i wanna do is (bang bang bang bang!)
And (kkkaaaa ching!)
And take your money
Rollin through the city, old school on them big boys,
12 inch woofers in the trunk making big noise,
Got the big toys(toys), dont make me have to blast,
Let a hundred rounds go, you do a hundred yard dash,
Back up in the hood where the rules dont shift,
And the gangstas talk trills, sippin ???
You can call 5-0 and 5-0 might come,
But by the time that they arrive all that dirt had been done.
Now one things for certain, and two are for sure,
Being poor is a disease, you gotta hustle up a cure,
Start with your head homie then use your hands,
If you try it in reverse, you dont even have a chance.
We worldwide worried with the hunger and the thirst,
From the third world countries to the second and the first,
It sounds like a verse but its more like a plan,
Get your robin hood on, put some pressure on the man tell it!
(Paper Airplanes ~ MIA)