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She Said, I Said (Time We Let Go) [Digital Single] (NLT) · He Said, She Said (Social Code) · She Said, I Said (Time We Let Go) [CD Single] (NLT) · He Said She Said (Ashley Tisdale) · He Said, She Said (Social Code) · He Said She Said [Import] (Ashley Tisdale) · Lullaby CD: Momma Will Rock You to Sleep (Lullaby CD: Chris Warren, Glenn Warren II, Netha Larsen-Schrimpf) · If My Momma Moves to Tennessee (Sharon Luanne Rivera) · Momma I Miss You (Janice Montgomery) · Momma Don't Hurt Me So Bad (Tod Rainey) – and 90 other albums »


when he grabbed me by the arm and said...

"Don't look now your momma's got her boobs out showing everybody in town."
Faces turnin' red we were wishin we
my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was
my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was
my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was
Italian at all 

I have a map of Italy
And it looks just like a boot
Kicking aqua blue into the air 

A friend who went to Italy
Said the men are
I was born out my momma ass,
Well, I'm as blind as can be,
I brought my first shotgun,
By the age of three,
Said, Fine whiskey and women, oh,
By
to tell me quit smoking weed
My momma, gave me everthing I need
My momma, said keep faith in God
My momma, momma, momma, momma, momma

[Warren G]
From
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
identity I found.
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet.
I must have been insane,
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip
and snuck off by herself
Crashed down beneath that window, fired it up, and gave it hell

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around
We watched it all go up
is right
Wrong is wrong
Right is right
Wrong is wrong

Said he's comin' by five, my friend
And I desire to live again
If you hear me, let me know
Woh
wanna you deserve it
Momma

I grew 'round hustlers that turned me to a hustler
Was raised by a woman I watched my momma hustle
I just want to be
waintin' by the phone
Hopen that you'll call or just come home
Your side of the bed is cold and I'm alone
So I called momma and momma said son let it go
Said the momma to the baby in the corn 
You are my first born 
You shall here on in be known as The Spotlight Kid 
And the mornin' cry
Standin' there, by the old town clock.
With my coat in my hand,
I thought I'd go for a walk
Like my Momma said "You'll never be poor",
But can
Hush a bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleep my little baby
When you wake
You shall have
All the pretty little ponies

In your bed
Momma said
Baby's
you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't make it
And when I had a son, they said I need a job
That's when
I packed up my bags
Put in my favorite Levis
Laid my mandolin beside the door
Said to momma
I won't be long
Don't worry about me 
I'll be home
runnin' around so fast
My body never gained no weight
That pissed off all my Momma's friends
And made my big-boned sister irate
But now I'm a man
And all
of mine,"
While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By takin' up his time.

Momma said, "Nobody's perfect," as we walked into Church,
To ask the Good Lord
their Yankee boys WHIP old Virginia
I held my momma's hand and skipped
When a soldier said to me
Would you rather have Jeff Davis' hat or the sword
out
You said it when you caught me skippin' school, makin' out
Momma you stayed down, you never faked it
Stayed by my side when they thought I wouldn't
says "Out of the car, long hair!"

Ooh wee, you're coming with me
Said the local police

[Chorus]

Play me a little C.C.

Your momma don't
When I desire company
I leave my footprints on the sand by a reckless sea
Hoping you'd come to me
And we'll explore what might have been