Lyrics:
the bet on
Im better then all
I dont need a hand out
Boutta make it any minute now
Going in and out
Call it hit not foul
Im ahead by a mile
On my way map
fine with it
Made my bed, now a nigga gotta lie in it
Bridge:
If you haven’t noticed
I’ve been down and hopeless
Now my heart is homeless
By myself
where I can hideaway
Oh shit, I believe in yesterday (yesterday)
That was the Beatles, I'm just keeping it real
Hold up, wait, dude how do you feel?
Thousands of books have spilt their texts on me
In elementary, we were rewarded for keeping track of our tomes devoured
By the time I left in
of medicine and it never helps!
Day by day I'm struggling against myself!
Tell me every type of advice that I've heard before
And nevertheless it's getting
twelve hundred, fourteen hundred, fifteen hundred, sixteen hundred, seventeen hundred, eighteen hundred, nineteen hundred, 2000
Counting by 100s
Counting
No chance
I'm tryna be bigger than the Beatles not hold hands
Keep on throwing stones I'ma make statues
No face tats but people got my face tattooed
God is a concept
By which we measure our pain.
I'll say it again:
God is a concept
By which we measure our pain,
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't believe
oh when we were seventeen
oh life was like a film
when we were seventeen
the sky was always tangerine
we ran through streets at night
under starlight
fought all The Beatles
Mirror mirror on the wall
Oh come on, that's not me at all
Now who's that handsome animal?
I feel so good I feel six feet tall
(Bad Company)
[VERSE:]
Johnny was a school boy when he heard his first Beatles song
Love Me Do, I think it was and from there it didn't take him
Assassin...murderer...monster...
Assassin...murderer...monster...)
The years roll by without you, Marni
Seventeen have come and gone
I raised our Shilo with the best intentions
But
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets
again
Standin' over by the record machine
Looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Meanwhile I was
lookin' silly and my mama sad
No nigga never gave me shit when I was down bad
I was by myself in a six-foot room, right there on my ass
And now I stack
I was young and I was reckless man
Moved out at seventeen and made my momma mad
I thought I had it all figured out
A pocket full of pills
To bring raw dosage in the form of swarm locust
Beatles and Byrds, they seem evil and absurd
Gather with The Eagles who swerve to form herds
Butterflies
be movin' the tan rock
That's the end of that, no, I cannot talk a lot
Man, these niggas out here, I swear they talk a lot
Drive-by on a rat, you
watchin' too much of Stephen done got to me
Verses too eas', I'm servin' up by the threes
I'm playin' pool and the pool just connects to the beach
I've
Supply the fiends
Dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the shit I've seen
It's like my life was written through
know de truth,
I'm doin' fine!
Seventeen
Decisions in a row,
An' only five on points;
De res' was all K.O.
Jackson an' Johnson,
Murphy an'
talking bank roll my money my money my money
(Ace Hood)
And where my money young niggas gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
more than seventeen
She's run away from somewhere
Taking nothing but her dreams
Now those dreams are lying shattered
As the street exacts its toll
Time went by so quickly
You were only seventeen
When you left you took a part
I just want to let you know
That since the time when you went away,
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