Cyrus - "17" featuring Packy, produced by Flash Beats
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Released by: The Specktators Collective
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6 years ago
Chorus: Cyrus]It's a celebration, baby, If you want to, uh ohSplit a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothesLaugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack musclesIt's a celebration, baby, if you want to, uh ohSplit a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothesLaugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack musclesAnd we'll party like we're 17, oohAnd we'll party like we're 17, yeahAnd we'll party like we're 17[Verse 1: Cyrus]Ok, ok, ok, I think I got itOk, ok, ok, I think I want itYou say, you say, you say, you about that moneyYou say, you say, you say that's all you doingAnd I don't know how, I don't know howYou could hate on a playa, ever hate on me, on meI'm kinda dope, a little ADDBut I've been making hella bangers since age 17, 17My ex-girl used to say that she was steady dating this rapperLike that's all I'll be, I'll beSo, fuck that, I think I'm gonna singSo 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?"[Chorus: Cyrus]It's a celebration, baby, if you want to, uh ohSplit a bottle with me, we can wrestle in our clothesLaugh until our stomachs look like 8 pack musclesAnd we'll party like we're 17, oohAnd we'll party like we're 17, yeahAnd we'll party like we're 17[Verse 2: Cyrus]Ok, ok, ok, I think I got itOk, ok, ok, yeah I get itI'm pretty great, and you is lividFrom a timid boy to hit making menaceBaby I be on my own, turning everything to goldI ain't never afraid to touch it and I'll send it back homeI've been working on the low, spending time up in the skyGot these baby blues looking like the color in your eyesSay you way up in the clouds, passing swishers all aroundAnd I don't really smoke, but I'm thinkin' 'bout it nowGot me feeling way too good, got some secrets wanna tellJust that boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loudJust a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loudJust a boy from the hood that had his headphones playing loud[Verse 3: Packy]Ooh, young boy blow the speakers outI knew you loved meYou would wait in line for hours when them sneakers outI used to pull up on you, sneak you out the houseYou could be the baddest girl and you ain't have to lose your blouseThose days, do it like we don't know betterDo it like we might get caught, every night a new adventureDo it like we not supposed to, do it like the opposite of what you're told toA lot of boys will tell you yes, I'm the one that know youWe were just a couple cool, heart throbbing, no pressure, life living, young, house party hopping teenagersDon't tell us though, we ain't hearing nothingNever get enough, don't take the cake up out the ovenIf it ain't about this lovin', it must be overratedAnd now I'm twenty something looking back on all this datingNever working out, I think that's why I'm over-weightingGet back in my life again and we can get to celebrating