Will Smith - 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