Will Smith Lyrics

Album: Born to Reign

Momma Knows Lyrics

Yo 

At 17 years old I startin' runnin' the streets 

Man I had some fun in the streets 

11, 12, sometimes 1 in the streets 

By 18 I started seein' 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'm a be here when all your friends won't 

But I was busy hollerin' parents just dont understand 

Now here I am with the family runnin' the lines she ran on me 

We ain't always see eye to eye but Ma on your principles now I rely 

You got me tastin' my toes 

I didn't know 

When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road) 

But I gotta go where I gotta go 

So thank you for not tellin' 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 that he was really impolite 

Chuck and me used to roll out faithfully 

Ineviatably you see Chuck you gonna see me 

Like we on TV the buzzomest of buddies 

Share full clothes and money 

And hunnies flocked like we was players from the NBA 

Still hurts to recall the day I heard him say 

To this girl named Maya 

I was datin' 

He told her I was a lier 

Joker hatin' 

He told her I be cheatin' on women breakin' hearts and grinnin' 

He told her her life would be better without him in it 

That's the friend I chose 

I didn't know 

When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road) 

But I gotta go where I gotta go 

So thank you for not tellin' me I told you so 

Momma used to say take your time young man 

I ain't gonna always be there holdin' 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 suceed 

And when your eyes tell lies your heart should leave 

You gonna do dirt we all gonna sin but when you realize and apologize and never do it again 

Ma told me don't rush to get old 

If you got youth the truth clutched in your hold 

It's like possibilities too much to behold an emotional shield from life's blustery cold 

Ma all the stuff was hard you said was hard 

Childish disregard because my head was hard 

Now no question to pose 

I didn't know 

When my Momma told me don't go down that road (don't go down that road)but 

But I gotta go where I gotta go 

So thank you for not tellin' me I told you so