Lyrics:
whole world who understands me
Well she's sexy and seventeen
My little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig
the moon, so
I don't wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head about
Seventeen, in my bedroom talking
You said that by now
We'd paint the walls
I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen
I remember underage drinking at sixteen
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen
Now I got
She wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
She thinks she's seventeen
All the boys gathered round
With open mouths
the melody
But your love is like a memory
That I had when I was seventeen
Seventeen
And I know it may sound so obscene
But the love you gave was just
lil bitch she was horny and shit
Fucked that bitch by the throat and I am doing my shit
All over my phone she wan’ a fucking wedding ring
I’m seventeen
I know who I am and this ain't me
I know who I am and this ain't me
I'm gonna find myself out by all the powers that be
I know who I am and this
call me now shawty
Maybe I'll come by later (Later)
I just turned seventeen and enterin'
University and I feel free
But still I ain't happy
(Ain't happy,
gonna interrupt
If you need to talk about it (mmm, no, no, no)
Roll my eyes (eyes)
Get offended by the way you doubt it
You know you're mine
You
life.
Cause I can't live, if you can't live by my side
Oh no, I'd rather die."
My seventeen, my seventeen, my seventeen
My head is calling for some light
Thursday afternoon
Just got home from school
Couple hours by yourself playing guitar in your room
Notebook by the bed
Everything you should have said
Dust your feet off for u jump up in whip
Blame my ego got me feeling like the shit
Like the Beatles this gone be another hit
Making moves and now you
That Liter
He Could Go And Catch A Body Dog That’s Still My People
I’ma Fucking Rockstar But I Ain’t Gon’ Play No Beatles
Ask Me What My Sign Is Bitch
Yeah
Oh, I’ma go and I rock out like a Beatle
I got amnesia, that's that ether
Money talk like a preacher i keep a Glock
It got them racks stuffed
She got better things, she got better things
She a Beatles fan, I'ma let it be (Let it be)
Reject my wedding ring, accept my Hennessy
She got better
want to be in a band he took his bass guitar and left
In the year that he died he was seventeen years old
Barely old enough to shave and he left so much
Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Life Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's like,
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
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
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
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
she is again
Standin' over by the record machine
Well she looks like a model
On the cover of a magazine
But she's too cute
To be a minute over
the queen's
Standing over by the record machine
Why she's looking like a model
On the cover of a magazine
Yeah she's too cute to be a minute over seventeen
Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh uh
Only seventeen but I'll do it by my lonely
I wont pop a bean but off the lean I'm moving slowly
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