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Dave East - Seventeen (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Timbaland
Timbaland
Drums
Tim Friedrich
Tim Friedrich
Flute
Jordan Mosley
Jordan Mosley
Flute
Justin Mosley
Justin Mosley
Flute
Luca Starz
Luca Starz
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christoph Bauss
Christoph Bauss
Songwriter
Luca Starz
Luca Starz
Songwriter
Tim Friedrich
Tim Friedrich
Songwriter
Jordan Mosley
Jordan Mosley
Songwriter
Justin Mosley
Justin Mosley
Songwriter
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Michael Kuzoian
Michael Kuzoian
Songwriter
Tim Friedlich
Tim Friedlich
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer
Christoph Bauss
Christoph Bauss
Co-Producer
Mike Kuz
Mike Kuz
Mixing Engineer
Tim Friedrich
Tim Friedrich
Co-Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Luca Starz
Luca Starz
Co-Producer
Shucati
Shucati
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Fuck you (Fuck you), fuck you (Fuck you) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (Reminiscing) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (As a youngin' and all dat) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen I was breakin' weed down in my basement Attached to my gang, so I could never leave (Loc gang) I ain't givin' up no information (Nah) I been buying shit that I ain't never need Them beats coming in and out another station A Mayweather nigga that could never read Circuit seen the paperwork, so how you on probation? (How?) I've been living with a curse, I ran out of patience Jungle got me out the dirt, living life for what it's worth Nights sleeping in my shirt thinking I won't make it Now I got your favorite actress in here gettin' naked Pardon my back, 600 on land, like a shark it's all black Don't talk 'bout my trap Moment of silence, don't talk 'bout no violence My phone might be tapped I don't condone or know rats I done showed love when they hated on me (They hated) Amiri's fit different, got some paper on me (You see it) I'm smoking out the pack, leaks'll fade embalmed Chef up in the kitchen, got my apron on Hatin' ain't gon' help you make it, homie Take it to the grave, couple things I done seen, people changing on me (Changing on me) The love change when you find out that ain't your homie (Changed) The drug game not about to make you famous, homie (No) I was putting in work when you was sleepin' (Work) You was gettin' full, I wasn't eatin' These niggas come around for no reason The same place we found 'em, we can leave 'em These shoes don't come out 'til next season These jewels like I got 'em out the freezer (Cold) She rude, she don't really have a reason (No) I move like I'm tryna get a visa Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (You know them young days, you) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (Tryna figure out where the party at) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (First time hittin' a blunt, shit like that) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I caught one motherfucker) You couldn't tell me shit when I was seventeen (Nah) Teachers told me I would never graduate Cuzzo touching money I had never seen He told me, put me put my paper and never give my last away I got up out the hood, some niggas never leave Remember Friday night, prayin' I wake up on Saturday Loiter in buildings, no, I'd rather spoil my children Can't be one of them dads that went that way Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen Dirty lil' nigga, room was never clean (Right) I had the cornrows like Bubba Chuck (AI) Tryna make it to the league on whoever team (Whoever) Them nightmares started comin' I could never dream Demons talking to me, God, please intervene I used to wear my new Jordans 'til the sole was ripped Girls used to look at me like I was never clean (Dirty lil' nigga) Moving forward, I ain't bringing up no old shit (Nah) I got a rental, we could go and take this road trip (We out) Like a pill, I just want to get in motion The D's man to man, so we gotta run a motion Thinkin' back to when I was only seventeen, if I said I'm gon' be rich, you'd have thought that I was joking My hooride was a Grande Cherokee, free crib with the key, go outside if you smoking (Woah) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (I'm talkin' when a nigga used to get) Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen (Get kicked out the crib and shit, every other week) (You know what I'm saying, your first time tryna squeeze some titties, get some ass or somethin' like that) Young days, nigga Thinkin' back when I was only seventeen
Writer(s): Tim Mosley, Christoph Bauss, David Brewster, Michael Kuzoian, Tim Friedrich, Luca Starz, Justin Mosley, Jordan Mosley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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