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
myself
Driven by my own desires I can't blame nobody else
For me to live is Christ to die is gain
Bought with a price so there's only one way
For me
You asked me if I'd marry you
And I believe I can
Though I'm just a young girl
They say you're a decent man.
I've been raised by mom and daddy
With
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Mama said steer
miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Mama said steer clear
know
We keep our friends close but not like how we hold each other
I think we'd live in a house by the beach with sun all day long
Broken down far
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
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And paulie bout to get back
On his gunplay shit
And show em how it's done so
He
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
in the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
Mind, body, and soul, soul, mind, and body
Never sell your soul for no amount of money
Men
to live and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it's so good to live in peace and
Sunday, Monday years and I agree
While my eyes
Go looking
Touché, I don't know what I thought I was doing
Who say, you can't live your life in delusion?
Colors on my mood ring
You don't really see things
religion
I know I'm supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning
But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen
Dear Mr. Christian, I know
Late beach drives on Sunday nights
And school in the morning, but we don't mind
Red Solo cups and dim streetlights
Yeah, you're never gonna live if you
(-lic)
Dreihundert km/h von Lyon nach Madrid (-rid)
Bonita Chiquita will einen Cranberry Mix (Mix)
Mafios, Antonio Montana Drip
Was los? Jeden Tag
the seconds, it flies
Count the seconds, it flies, why, why, why
Why, oh why do you try
Everyday I'm bothered by the simple things that make me
Try to live
hang around for a while,
Call your dad on the phone.
He changed his mind last Monday,
So you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your
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