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• Artiste: Bartees Strange
• Titre: 17
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Up on time, no standby And I don’t even know where I left my phone Weeks turn to months in a minute What do I be on when I’m not home I’m only seventeen, momma Pushed a Chevy to the brink, kinda I’m sweatin’ through the seats, Donna It’s hot as hell, and I don’t see quite where I’m goin’ I’m staring through the ceiling Starting to think that I don’t need friends Sometimes I don’t know where I belong The first time that I felt impending doom Was realizing I’m too black for the room I was pushing it down, pushing it down, just for you, for you You’ll never see me like I see you Like every dream I had just can’t come true Now you’re talking me down, talking me down So used to hearing that from you I’m only seventeen, momma Pushed a Chevy to the brink, kinda I’m sweatin’ through the seats, Donna It’s kinda hard when you don’t see quite where you’re goin’ I’m staring through the ceiling Starting to think that I don’t need friends You ain’t wrong to go that way What I’d give to make you stay Not for nothin’ Imma be your babe Curled up with you is when I feel safe I’m safe, I’m safe, yeah I’m only seventeen, momma Pushed a Chevy to the brink for us 55 for a week darlin’ All the folk I got em’ weavin’ stealing It’s hard to see the least of us I swear I think I seen somethin’ I look up I see the skies open I look up, I see it, good god I know I seen it