The Lab Rats все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

My Grand-pops was a man of respect, had to sweat
Just to cash checks working from sun-rise to set
Every day he'd get challenged, no trades or talents
Barely scraped by, he found faith to balance the straight line
And pace feeling worn and grey
Poor with four seeds, one more on the way
It was hard days indeed all work and no play
He made sure things on the surface were okay, but