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
seventeen, but sixteen)
My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
Mill stream (not the river, but
and my hennessy
young killers when I'm gone won't remember
green and women be my past time
live the life of a hustler came up on ghetto ryhmes
seven-teen
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
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
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
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
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
The Escrow crew - just ran by
the petro man select don't know who the check go to
[Chorus: Royce]
Round here here.. round here, round here
Round here they
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
and says, "Daddy, what is war?"
"son, that's when people fight and die"
The little boy of three says "Daddy, why?"
A young man of seventeen in Sunday
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
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