Benjamin Ingrosso The Dirt

Back in the day they used to call me a criminal
Running from the police
Hanging with the homies
Gun in my waist, getting high off them chemicals
I was only sixteen
Kicked out on the streets
My mama told me
If you wanna make it
You better figure out your life before they take it
Yeah my mama told me
You gotta get smarter
Or you gonna end up in a cell just like your father, mmh
Ah ooh, Lord knows I try so hard
Ah ooh, Lord knows I've come so far
Ah ooh, each time I touch the stars
Something always brings me back to earth
And I'm back diggin in the dirt
And I'm back diggin in the dirt
I'm coming of age
And they call it a miracle
I'm alive and breathing
There's gotta be a reason, I'm still here
So I pick up the pace
Tryna my make me some money, oh
Come up with a scheme now
A dirty or a clean now, yeah
'Cause my mama tells me
You better make it
If not for yourself then you should do it for your lady
Yeah my mama tells me
You gotta get smarter
You got a son and in a month you'll have a daughter, mmh
Ah ooh, Lord knows I try so hard
Ah ooh (yeah), Lord knows I've come so far
Ah ooh, each time I touch the stars
Something always brings me back to earth
And I'm back diggin in the dirt
And I'm back diggin in the dirt