The Dirt (Alternative Version)

The Dirt (Alternative Version) - Benjamin Ingrosso

Lyrics by：Valentin Brunel/Benjamin Ingrosso/Hampus Lindvall/Didrik Franzén/Markus Sepehrmanesh

Back in the days they used to call me a criminal

Running from the police hanging with the homies

Gun in my waist getting high off the chemicals

I was only 16 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're gonna end up in a cell just like your father

Ooh Lord knows I try so hard

Ooh Lord know I've come so far

Ooh-oh each time I touch the stars

Some things always brings me back to earth

And I'm back digging in the dirt

And I'm back digging 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 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've got a son and in a month you'll have a daughter

Ooh Lord knows I try so hard yeah

Ooh Lord know I've come so far

Ooh-oh each time I touch the stars

Some things always brings me back to earth

And I'm back digging in the dirt

And I'm back digging in the dirt

And I'm back digging in the dirt