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    "Seventeen" Lyrics

    Musiq Soulchild

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    "seventeen" by Musiq Soulchild

    Five foot seven with light green eyes
    Body built like a woman over twenty-five
    Plus she pushed a whip that the average women couldn't get
    Unless she worked about two 9 to 5's
    Girly played the game just a little too mature
    She damn there had everything I was looking for
    But things seemed shady when I asked my lady to meet at the club
    She had trouble at the door
    That's when I found out that

    She was only seventeen years old
    And I couldn't see her no more
    I ain't tryin to see myself locked up
    For knockin up some young joan
    How could I explain this situation to my family and all of my boys
    I'm sorry shorty but you got to get gone, yeah

    I tried to cut her off
    But she wasn't having it
    She kept telling me her age didn't mean sh--
    And that's when she started to cry
    Baby I need you in my life
    And without you I just couldn't handle it
    So what's a brother to do ('cause)
    Either way I lose (so)
    I could just say my piece
    Or piss off her peace
    And talk it out with the boys in blue
    Cause when it comes down to it

    She was just seventeen years old
    And I was dead wrong from the door
    I aint tryna see myself locked up for knocking off some young joan
    How could I explain the situation to my family and all of my boys
    Sorry shortie but you got to get gone

    [Dial tone]...[Keypad being dialed]...[Line rings]

    [automatic voicemail]: Welcome to your voice messaging service.
    To enter your mailbox press star. (Beep) First message:

    [Female]: Yo, how you doin'? Call me when you get this.

    (Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)

    [Female]: Yo, what's goin' on? I called you earlier. I guess you aint get
    my message. But when you get this hit me back, aight? Bye.

    [To repeat..]-- (Beep) --Mess..-- (Beep)

    [Female]: Hey! What you got some b*tch over there or something?
    You can't pick up your phone. I been calling you and tryin' to
    speak to you and you still don't answer the phone.

    [To repeat...] -- (Beep) (Beep)

    [Female]: See, you trying to play somebody. Aye yo I'm gone have to
    bring my n*ggas over there, to kick ya ass! Ya think somebody
    playin' with ya ass. Ya don't...ya don't return my calls. This is it.

    [To repeat this...] -- (Beep) --Mess...-- (Beep)

    [Fade out]
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Chala for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Carvin Haggins, Andre Harris, Taalib Johnson, George Winston.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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