They were the best of times, they were the best of times Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned Remember your youth, in all that you do The plank and the passion It's the false side of hope where

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I'm out on bond so I gotta beat it (Maybach Music) You scared to die nigga? Open your eyes wide and I pray you are All the dope boys say they wanna be me (boss) I got a lick boy, I got a lick 2017 trust me boy,

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Mama told me (aye) not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (white) Seventeen five, same color T-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ay) Woah kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ay) Had to cop the Audi,

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is

Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Now I wish I could freeze the time at seventeen I was too young to understand what it means I'm seventeen So hear me scream I couldn't wait 'til I could be seventeen I thought she lied when she said take my time to breathe

Maybe I'm a fool Maybe I'm a fool for you You know what I'd do for you I know what you'd do for me You will see The truth in me Feelin' lonely in this room since I was seventeen Thought this bottle was supposed to drown my memory But I'm still swimmin'

Seventeen seventy-six New York City Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends, who’s asking? Oh, sure, sir I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir, I heard your name at Princeton