Lyrical Breakdown of 17 (Feat. JFK) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "17 (Feat. JFK)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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He was only seventeen (JFK, y'all)
H-h-h-h-h-he was only seventeen (Yeah, Mac Miller)
He was—he was—in a madman's dream
He was only seventeen (Yeah, what an age that was, you know what I mean?)
(Yo) He was only seventeen (Yeah, check me out)
Seventeen, in a madman's dream (Uh, uh)
He was only seventeen, had a sweet sixteen
One year later, realized these streets is mean
Focused on the street, talkin' them DT's
Waivin' down chicks in the summer, wearin' them long sleeves
We lived amongst thieves, but they was stealin' whips
Hittin' the strip and gettin' chased by the police was the shit
Baby girl lost her body, had two kids, now we up in the crib
Throwin' a house party, and I'm sorry
All the pain that I caused and all the shit that I done
And what'd I really do it for? Can't ignore
I was never at a palm in the limo
Silhouette of my face in a plated-glass window
I guess I knew it all, y'all, seventeen behind the wall
Canteen on freeze, but nobody to call
A product of my environment, I couldn't stay clean
It's just the crazy shit we do at seventeen, c'mon
He was only seventeen (Ayo, JFK, that sound crazy, bro)
H-h-h-h-h-he was only seventeen
(Let me tell you how it was when I was seventeen though)
He was—he was—when I was seventeen
H-h-h-h-h-he was only seventeen
(A little different, but) He was only seventeen
(Seventeen) Seventeen, in a madman's dream
Hey, when I was seventeen, that was just a year ago
Chillin' with the weirdest hoes, sippin' on some beer
Had me spinnin' like a merry-go, but that's the way it was
The game's that we was playin', never changin' up
Just a youngin tryna holla at the older girls
Tryna take over here, but I ain't even know the world
Yeah, my rookie days, hot from all the good we blaze
Run around the city on a pussy chase
Just a young gunna, hangin' with the OGs
The little homie who never kept it low-key
Now I get trophies and think about the old me
How I wanted diamond chains and some gold teeth
Hit the deli after school to get some roast beef
Bullshittin' little asshole smokin' weed
Now I'm growin' up, so you know what's up
I love the feel of bein' older, but
When I was seventeen
H-h-h-h-h-he was only seventeen
He was—he was—in a madman's dream
He was only seventeen
He was—he was—he was only seventeen
Seventeen, in a madman's dream
When I was seventeen