Текст пісні 17 - CYRUS, Packy

17

It’s a celebration baby
If you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like
8 pack muscles
It’s a celebration baby
If you want to, uh oh
Split a bottle with me
We can wrestle in our clothes
Laugh until our stomachs look like
8 pack muscles
And we’ll party like we’re 17
Ooh, and we’ll party like we’re 17
And we’ll party like we’re 17
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, I think I want it
You say, you say, you say, you about that money
You say, you say, you say that’s all you doing
And I don’t know how, I don’t know how
You could hate on a playa
Ever hate on me, on me
I’m kinda dope, a little ADD
But I’ve been making hella bangers since age 17
My ex girl used to say that she
Was steady dating this rapper
Like that’s all I’ll be, I’ll be
So, fuck that, I think I’m gonna sing
So when she hears this song
She’ll be like, «Who is he?»
«Who is this?»
«For real who is this?
This song is dope, who is this?»
Ok, ok, ok, I think I got it
Ok, ok, ok, yeah I get it
I’m pretty great, and you is livid
From a timid boy to hit making
Baby I be on my own
Turning everything to gold
I ain’t never afraid to touch it
And I’ll send it back home
I’ve been working on the low
Spending time up in the sky
Got these baby blues
Looking like the color in your eyes
You say you way up in the clouds
Passing Swishers all around
And I don’t really smoke
But I’m thinkin' about it now
You got me feeling way too good
Got some secrets I want to tell
Just that boy from the hood
Who had his headphones playing loud
Just a boy from the hood
Who had his headphones playing loud
Yeah, young boy blow the speakers out
I knew you loved me
You would wait in line for hours when those sneakers out
I used to pull up on you
Sneak you out the house
You could be the baddest girl
And you wouldn’t have to lose your blouse
Those days, do it like we don’t know better
Do it like we might get caught
Every night a new adventure
Do it like we not supposed to
Do it like the opposite of what you’re told to
A lot of boys will tell you yes
I’m the one that know you
We were just a couple cool, heart throbbing
No pressure, life living, young
House party hopping teenagers
Don’t tell us though
We ain’t hearing nothing
Never get enough, don’t take the cake up out the oven
If it ain’t about this lovin', it must be overrated
And now I’m twenty something
Looking back on all this dating
Never working out
I think that’s why I’m over waiting
Get back in my life again
And we can get to celebrating