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