Seventeen

Five foot seven with light green eyes

Body built like a woman over twenty-five

Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn't get

Less she worked about two nine to five's

Girly played the game just a little too mature

She damn near had everything I was lookin' for

If things seemed shady when I asked my lady to meet me at the club

She had trouble at the door that's when I found out that

Oh, she was only seventeen years old

And I couldn't see her no more

Oh, I ain't tryna see myself locked up

For knockin' up some young Joan

Oh, how could I explain this situation

To my family and all of my boys?

Oh, I'm sorry shorty, but you've got to get gone, yeah

I tried to cut her off, but she wasn't havin' it

She kept tellin' me her age didn't mean ****

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 peeps

And talk it out with the boys in blue

'Cause when it comes down to it

Oh, she was just seventeen years old

And I was dead wrong from the door

Oh, I ain't tryna see myself locked up

For knockin' up some young Joan

Oh, how could I explain this situation

To my family and all of my boys?

Oh, sorry shorty, but you got to get gone, yeah

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