Lyrics:
seventeen
Leaving town for our big city dreams
Knowing every detail from that rugged treehouse
Where a long time went by a little too fast
Take me away from
Flowing through my
Body at night
Now I'm just a thought
On your Sunday evening
Summoned by
Vibrations you can't forget
Cause there's a
There's a place in
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car
I live my life to the fullest
I live the life that i’ve always dreamed of
Baby you should try this
And do the things that we always speak of
With me
Saturday night he comes home stinking
Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
Does she need to get the kids
you'll be nailed to a plate
One last chance to prove your faith
You lived by god I live by hate
Only faith wasteland awaits
All saints will fucking perish
Publix on a Sunday morning then to my house girl come join me
I don't wanna be alone another weekend
Cause I don't wanna live this life if I'm not living
a lawda
Vybz Kartel nuh live by nuh orda
Park lane man them wi shot up yuh Prada
May Pen, Jerome, adid real don dada
Skeng Don remain as the fada
Hundred
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
lit
We was the type to shoot a nigga dead and pray that y'all live
So we can swing by your house and come and spray at 'all crib
Had the trap
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Solid mind spun out
Watching tapes go
Dayglow Los cngeles night
Mystified by
c real live wire
cnd a hearst without headlights --
Not a cold breath
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
clothes out on the line
And you thank god for your life
You must be from a town like mine
This town ain't made by the simple way we live
I say its made by
it
If you didn't really mean it
Then magical thinking gets us by
My fairweather friend
Fairweather friend
Live for the folly but you did it for
live out of town by now
I live out of town by now
But you're just like me
Roam, I'm telling you to roam
Unless it's got that thing
I'm telling you
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group
a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
My whole life, I've tried
bad don't live by the rules
cll bad girls need a boy that's rude
Whispered a thought right under my breath
“I think we a match you lit my fuse”
a stop by the barber; you can hit the shops in the harbor
Then get the chops or the lobster
Prime on twelve, dinner for dos
We begin with a toast, end
cuz
One does up dick the pen in my streets go one way
I kill 'em In Living Color, on Any Given Sunday
They all anxious to be waitin' to see how ill
sleeplessness
Reflections after Jane
How I long to live inside a window
By the sighing motorway
Feel the city searching for my loneliness
In all the dust
still
And the help keep food stored, wine chilled
Hey, you gotta live one day right (right)
Well how 'bout from Friday to Sunday night?
Then back
on an empty Sunday morning
And all that is here does not belong to us
The young swift sits mapping the stars
For his journey to the other side of the world
Out
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