2017 ft. Liliia Kysil Lyrics

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Yeah, yeah

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Late nights, shooting hoop, crash on couches

Wake up two to noon, back to practice

Someone said to me that it was trash, but actually

Twenty seventeen was an actual classic

Back and forth from two-a-days and Taco Bell

M-80's in a mailbox, ain't got no chill

Couple run ins with the cops

It was fun but then it stops

Getting drunk up in the yard

Then we gun it for the dark

Twenty deep up in the car

But we leave it where it's parked

We was weaving in and out of all the shit we got into

We was heathens, we did shit without impulse

Bitch it's that simple, I'd do it back tenfold

No responsibilities and no one's got shit to do

Ride around like some punks with the music up

Days long but it's like we still couldn't do enough

Maybe it's the memories, or maybe was the youth in us?

Back in 2017, all the crazy shit we'd do

We was young and fresh and clean, we was babies, wish we knew

That in 2017, the days we spent were due

And someone said to me, ain't a thing that we can do

Best time of our lives and we took it for granted

Now we looking for plans and feeling shook in a panic

But fuck that, I'll do this shit the way that I love

I found the fountain of youth, I'll live the way that I was

Everybody busy with their own shit, oh shit

Sometimes I know I be going ghost and

People hit me like they tryna connect

But the open culprit is the time in my head

It ain't the same no more, different day for sure

Back then get a text, it was say no more

"I'll be over in 20," Chick Fil A for lunch

Ride around till it's dark, it's the same old fun

Go to shoot around, turns out that they took it down

Lightbulb goes off, so we hook around

Then jump over the fence

Throw it into the bed of his dads truck and took it to where it couldn't be found, what?

Back in 2017, all the crazy shit we'd do

We was young and fresh and clean, we was babies, wish we knew

That in 2017, the days we spent were due

And someone said to me, ain't a thing that we can do

We'd do the most to stand out

Fuck up the damn town

Rolling like 15 deep at the fairgrounds

From empty food bags to cleats in the car though

To riding 'round down at the community car show

In the bed of the truck, just full of sweat and disgust

Mini Chicken Quesadillas was the best, but fuck

they took 'em off of the menu, will not forget you

That summer was full of shit that's confidential

Don't be mad at me, it's the thought my pen drew

But it don't really matter cuz the clock continues

And we're back to our lives, like the saddest goodbyes

Can't go back but can hold tears back in our eyes

Childhood fun, man rest in peace

Reliving those real good memories

That I never have trouble when remembering

I'll live it up like it's still 2017

Back in 2017, all the crazy shit we'd do

We was young and fresh and clean, we was babies, wish we knew

That in 2017, the days we spent were due

And someone said to me, ain't a thing that we can do