annuler
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Intro:( )3x ( )2x
You pack your bags and move to the city
There's something missin' here at home
You fix your hair and look real pretty
It's time to get out on your own
You're always fighting with your mama and your papa
Your family life is one big pain
When ya ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma child
( )2x
You gotta move
You stole your mama's car
And your daddy's plastic credit card
You're sixteen and you can't get a job
You're not going very far
You're always fighting with the teachers and the police
Your social life is much too insane
When ya gonna move to the city
To the city where it all began
You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma child
You gotta move
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 getta do what you please
You do what you gotta do for the money
At times you end up on your kness
I'm always buying with the 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
You gotta move you gotta move
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma child
You gotta move
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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