Lyrics:
each
patchwork row The valley of the shadow cannot call
her from her seams Piece by piece and stitch by stitch
in fading candle glow Until finishing her
the dusty trail.
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild.
Your mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe
See not long back when I was seventeen
When I walk in the jam
Suckers look at me mean
They wouldn't give me respect
Told girls I was wack
the dusty trail.
Seventeen years not over a day
Like children in the wild.
Your mother's milk still wet on your face
And no one to pray for your safe
man, like your family said
All along the wagons, all along the dusty trail
Seventeen years not over a day like children in the wild
Your mama's milk
a stupid girl,
Just like my mom.
Too many men passed through my arms.
At seventeen I looked into your eyes,
Knew I could never comfort your cries.
Every
honestly
How charmin' she can be
She's fooling everyone
Tellin' 'em she's havin' fun
The night descends and there goes Carmen
Only seventeen but she walks
and a driftwood shack
I was craddled by a Cajun Mama
Deserted by a Cherokee dad
Then at seventeen a Georgia drifter came
And we made it to LA
And when I called my
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
zwroty wszystko byle by nie iść do roboty
Czasem dla ludzi czasem dla hołoty ważne że coś gram
Stoję na scenie i gadam głupoty Ty myślisz że to żart
W
alright, she looks good on my sleeve.”
Like your Beatles Target Tee... you ain’t even heard Let it Be
You know by the sight of the crosses that line
When I was seventeen I did what people told me
Did what my father said
And let my mother mold me
But that was a long ago
I'm in control, never
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter
That heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name.
When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams
as much as I do
Are we ready?
I am 'cause it's all about control
And I've got lots of it
When I was seventeen I did what people told me
I did what my
Seventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental
My motive was rather sinful
"What you trying to get into?"
She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel
On a park bench on sunny afternoon sat a young boy and a girl bout seventeen
As we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand
On their
That year in Oakland High
When I was seventeen
The grass from there to San Jose
Was high and cool and green
I see it now
Too brash and young was I
today
Had an uncle who was farmin' down in Tennessee
And I stopped by to see him there brought this friend with me
He had a daughter seventeen whose name
Wonderin' where the pussy at
Straight for ya, looking for a ho
Hangin' out, rollin' in my '64
Sixteen switches for the niggas in my hood
Seventeen shells,
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
name was Brenda
She had the kind of booty that I'd always remember
I said to my man, "Stop the jeep"
She's only seventeen but, yo, don't sleep
I
Beautiful Delilah, sweet as apple pie
Always gets a second look from fellas passin' by
Every time you see her, she's with a different guy
Oh yeah!
In France, a skinny man died of a big disease with a little name
By chance his girlfriend came across a needle and soon she did the same
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