Momma Knows

Will Smith

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    At 17 years old I started runnin' the streets
    Man, I had some fun in the streets
    11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets
    By 18 I started seeing the sun in the streets
    My mom started trippin' on me
    Like Will, you gotta choose your friends carefully
    Like, I trust you but please call me
    And when you have kids of your own you'll see
    I'ma be here when all your friends won't
    But I was busy hollerin'
    Parents just don't,understand
    Now here I am with a family
    Runnin' the lines she ran on me
    We ain't always see eye to eye
    But Mom, on your principles
    Now I rely, you got me tastin' my toes

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    I didn't know
    Momma told me don't go down that road
    But I gotta go where I gotta go
    So take your fool telling me I told you so

    I used to roll hard with this dude named Chuck
    Rollin' in my car with this dude named Chuck
    My Mommy really liked this dude named Chuck
    She thought he was really and polite, Chuck
    And me used to roll out faithfully, inevitibly
    You see Chuck, you gon' see me
    Like we on TV, the bosom is the buddy
    Share food, clothes, and money, and hunnies
    Flock like we was players from the NBA
    Still hurts to recall the day I heard him say
    To this girl named Mya
    I was diggin', he told her I was a liar
    Told her I be cheatin' on women
    Breakin' hearts and grinnin'
    He told her her life would be better with him in it
    That's the friend I chose

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    Momma used to say take your time young man
    I ain't always gonna be there , holding your hand
    But, you'll always know exactly where I am
    And when I'm not there in my place
    The Lord will stand Will
    Study the world, only the wise succeed
    And when you're eyes tell lies
    Your heart should lead
    You're gonna do dirt
    We all gon' sin
    But when you realize it, apologize
    And never do it again
    Mom told me don't rush to get old
    If you got youth, truth clutched in your hold
    It's like possiblities
    Too much to behold
    An emotional shield from life's blustery cold
    Mom, all this stuff was hard you said was hard
    Childish disregard cuz my head was hard
    Now, no question opposed, ugh

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    Song details

    Composition: The Fresh Prince, Sauce, Kel Spencer, and Lance Nathan Bennett

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