Testo 17 - Bartees Strange
Testo della canzone 17 (Bartees Strange), tratta dall'album Horror
Up on time, no standby
And I don't even know
Where I left my phone
Weeks turn to months in a minute
What do I be on
When I'm not home?
I'm only 17, momma
Pushed a Chevy to the brink, kinda
I'm sweatin' through the seats, Donna
It's hot as hell, and I don't see quite where I'm goin'
I'm starin' through the ceiling
Startin' to think that I don't need friends
Sometimes I don't know where I belong
The first time that I felt impending doom
Was realizin' I'm too black for the room
I was pushin' it down, pushin' it down
Just for you, for you
You'll never see me like I see you
Like every dream I had just can't come true
Now you're talkin' me down, talkin' me down
So used to hearin' that from you
I'm only 17, momma
Pushed a Chevy to the brink, kinda
I'm sweatin' through the seats, Donna
It's kinda hard when you don't see quite where you're goin'
I'm starin' through the ceilin'
Startin' to think that I don't need friends
You ain't wrong to go that way
What I'd give to make you stay
Not for nothin' I'ma be your babe
Curled up with you is when I feel safe
I'm safe, I'm safe, yeah
I'm only 17, momma
Pushed a Chevy to the brink for us
55 for a week, darlin'
All the folk, I got em' weavin', stealin'
It's hard to see the least of us
I swear, I think I seen somethin'
I look up, I see the skies open
I look up, I see it, good God, I know I seen it
Credits
Writer(s): Stephanie Marziano, Daniel Adam Kleederman, Bartees Leon Cox Jr
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