When I was 17 my mother said to me
Don't stop Imagining
The day that you do is
The day that you die
When I was 17 my mother said to me
Don't stop, don't stop
Huh
They always say you ain't mean enough
Sit down you're just a boy you ain't seen enough
You know what, I think the world ain't 17 enough
Everybody in a rush trying to grow up
I'm forever 17 wanna stay on the cusp
But I also rollie beacon out my cuff
So I just roll a rollie sit back and puff
Tryna plan it all out ooh man that's tough
Young and hard sippin' vodka like Sinatra
You could write the next phantom of the opera
You could push a phantom to the Oscars
Don't let the hate destroy ya like it's Oscar De La Hoya
Cause you could pay your renta like its Oscar De la Renta
Just tell them God sent ya
But i ain't talkin' metaphoral christianaity
I'm talkin' real shit im talkin' universal energy
Just please don't let imagination die
You can live to rule the nation 17 years by
Yeah, when I was 17
My mother said to me
Don't stop imagining
The day that you do is
The day that you die
Oh, when I was 17
My mother said to me
Don't stop imagining
The day that you do is
The day that you die
Doing good in school, man
I do that shit for jobs
Late nights on my mac
Though I do that shit for jobs
I do this shit for walt
Yeah I do this shit for Ye
I do this shit to ball
I do it for the day
My imagination dies
Cause that'll be the day my daughter cries
When she sees a hundred thousand million people at my eulogy
You wanna hundred million billion fans stayin true to we
We, as the CIAGM
That say everything I believe in
They said dreams turn to gold turn to things I'm achieving
Thats that matter of perspective deeper meaning we percieving, uh
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Can I say we making right moves
Thinking that were life proof
Blowin lifes off life proofs
Thats the case
Thats my face
Smoke that happy life
Like we be ash and waste
We be smashing plate
Toss a glass and hear it break
What the fuck is real but the passions fake
They say congrats your great
But, do they mean it is it on their pause
Do they fiend it
Does it come up at night
Writin' till their wrongs are right
Eyes shut, favorite prayer
Is it in their same sight
Some insane nights
They be gone before we know it
Kinda like the friends that we thought we'd grow old with
But, I just speak for the younger heart
Is my hunger art
We be months apart tryna make it years
Trophies and 3 careers
Plus a couple thousand cheers
From the fans in the mezzanine
You can grow old we'll stay forever 17