Paroles de Sweet 17

I want to live in this moment for a lifetime Like I pictured it, like I pictured it when we were kids When we were kids They gonna walk around and bitch on it, they gonna walk around bitch on it Like when we were kids Walk on, let the cops go and have the mouse and they catch it Pleasure and torture so close I got a place called home Pleasure and torture so close Evil and kindness so close I can tell which one I want I can tell what I don't want be a demon Can't tell what I have become Smoking and he was selling it Made many think I tried that shit Made many think I tried that shit 17, oh, oh, sweet 17 17, I got a place called home 17, 17, 17, 17, 17, 17 Only with you, only with you Demon, I don't wanna be a demon I don't wanna be a demon I don't wanna be a demon I don't wanna be a demon I don't wanna be an anything Uh, oh, sweet 17 I don't wanna be anything (17)