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

They're just girls Eyes bright, uptight, just girls But she can't be what you need if she's seventeen Wrestle to the ground God help me now because They're just girls breaking hearts I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age But girl I'm not

Under the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were

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,

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was seventeen years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was twenty one years of age Well, now rules are

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,

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,

And into the river we'd dive I come from down in the valley Where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school When she was just seventeen We'd ride out of this valley down to where the fields