Move To The City Lyrics

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You pack your bags and
You move to the city
There's something missin' here at home
You fix your hair and
You look real pretty
It's time to get out on your own
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa
Yo' family life is one big pain
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus:

You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
You gotta move

You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credid card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not goin' very far
You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police
This life is much too insane
When are you, you gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty
At least you get ta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your knees
I'm always buyin'with local desert junkies
This city life is one big pain
But you, you had to move to the city
To the city where it all began

Chorus

To the city
With the real nitty gritty
Aw child ain't it a pity
Sometimes it gets too shitty
Come on and hit me

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You pack your bags and 
You move to the city 
There's something missin' here at home 
You fix your hair and 
You look real pretty 
It's time to get out on your own 
You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa 
Yo' family life is one big pain 
When ya gonna move to the city 
To the city where it all began 
 
 
Chorus: 
 
 
You gotta move you gotta move 
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma 
You gotta move 
 
 
You stole your mama's car 
And your daddy's plastic credid card 
You're sixteen and you can't get a job 
You're not goin' very far 
You're always ridin' with the teachers and the police 
This life is much too insane 
When are you, you gonna move to the city 
To the city where it all began 
 
 
Chorus 
 
 
To the city 
With the real nitty gritty 
Aw child ain't it a pity 
Sometimes it gets too shitty 
Come on and hit me 
 
 
You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty 
At least you get ta do what you please 
You do what you gotta do for the money 
At times you end up on your knees 
I'm always buyin'with local desert junkies 
This city life is one big pain 
But you, you had to move to the city 
To the city where it all began 
 
 
Chorus 
 
 
To the city 
With the real nitty gritty 
Aw child ain't it a pity 
Sometimes it gets too shitty 
Come on and hit me

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