2017 (feat. Liliia Kysil)

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Uh

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