I can't tell my mama's short on lovin' me
Guess that's why she let me go so far
Mama tried to stop me short of stealin'
I guess that's why I had to steal that car
She told me not to smoke it, but I did
And it took me far away
And I turned out to be
The only hell my mama ever raised
But I rolled into Atlanta
Stole a tag and almost had a gas
Yeah, I had to get some money
Lately I've learned how to get it fast
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Those neon lights was callin' me
And somehow I just had to get downtown
So I reached into the clubhouse
Another liquor store went down
I said, precious memories
Take me back to the good old days
Let me hear my man say
Rock made this clip for me
She cried, she cried, she cried

Turned me on to Jesus
But I turned on the devil's ways
And I turned out to be
The only hell my mama ever raised
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They put them handcuffs on me
Lord, how I fought to resist
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But the agent's gone away

Clampin' tighter
Till that metal bit into my wrist
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They took my belt and my billboard
Fingerprints and the profile of my face
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And then they locked away
The only hell my mama ever raised
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I said, precious memories
Take me back to the good old days
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I said, precious memories
Take me back to the good old days
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I turned out to be the only hell my mama ever raised