a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tt17 - 7 years lyrics

[verse]
tryna be humble, tryna be happy
i wish that for one day, i could make it rappin’
my thoughts keep buzzin’ , like bees through my head
give me a plaque to see ‘fore i’m dead
makin’ a remix to 7 years old
my terrible life starts at 11 years old
not ’till this year, i escaped out from it
but i’m stuck in the past, i need to rise from above it
not talkin’ bout home life, or even a girl
i was a target, was me vs. the world
i’m scarred for life, i would come home and cry
how could i think+ “why am i alive?”
imagine yourself, 11, and thinkin’ that
got all the death threats; why? cuz i was fat
no reason to bully, i’ll always remember
i could not wait ’till the end of december
that is the motive, that is the drive
i’m so happy, thank god, that i am alive!
music’s my outlet, i’ll record a rap
i don’t know what i’d do if i couldn’t rap
maybe therapy, or even be dead
my head would explode
these thoughts in my head always be goin’ up, never be goin’ down
all the fake friends startin’ to turn around
you say you hate me? i love to see it
you say you feel bad? well, i have to be it
last year was bad, but this year is worse
the next nf? no, i am the first tt17, put that on my grave
“he’s just a white boy, his bars are insane!”
“he’s goin’ deep, look at him go!”
but i hope that one day, i’ll put on a show
put on a show, and i’m pourin’ my heart out
long way to go, and i guess that road starts now
it’s time to fold, go, put your cards down
i will get the fame, and i guess that’s not far now
but shoutout my boys, shoutout my girls
they’ll always be there, it does mean the world
like, i’ll get upset, and i’ll pick up my phone
and text one of them so i don’t feel alone!
textin’ up marcos, or textin’ up haley, austin, or jasmin, i know they will save me from my depression, i don’t wanna fall!
those are the real ones, pick up when i call!
pick up the phone
i will never carpool, i’m drivin’ alone
blastin’ up my songs, especially ‘outro’
i thought that was good, look at me now, though
look at me now, look what i’m doin’
don’t say that your with me, you not with the movement
i will make it big, but i don’t want fans
they think that they do, but they don’t understand!
they really don’t, they just know my name
they don’t know me well, or know ’bout the pain it took me my whole life to get on a stage
autobiography, rip off a page
let’s go to the first one, 2003
it’s crazy to think no one’s hatin’ on me!
in 2010, i was 7 years old
let’s take it back to 7 years old
my biggest concern was baseball cards
i didn’t think i’d make it this far
tt17, that wasn’t a thing
i didn’t know that i could sing
i was just livin’ a normal kids life
not even thinkin+ “who’s ‘gon be my wife?”
i was so happy, i was well liked
didn’t even know how to ride a bike
i didn’t think i’d make it to this day
‘long way to go’ , first night, i hit 1k
all of my haters started to let this play
if you don’t get it, i’ll show you it this way
i’ll show you it now, i’ll show how i’m doin
if you subscribed, then you’re part of the movement
i’m gettin’ these nights, i hate all these nights+ got page therapy
cryin’ till it’s light
sometimes, i’ll sit down, and i’ll think to myself+ should i just quit for my own mental health?
sometimes rappin’ takes a toll on me, because it’s unlockin’ all these deep memories
like, i’m sure you all know, middle school was bad
i was the fat kid, and my life was sad
you don’t know how that felt, but that’s motivation
music’s my outlet, now get my frustration!
i’m up every night, but mom doesn’t know that i write till i cry, but i not show that i was depressed, but i’m okay now
i gained some respect, and i think i know how
i begged for my friends to listen to me!
‘long way to go’ , and i got lots of streams
i remember that night, everybody loved me
fast forward next week, and they hatin’ on me!
but that’s just a glimpse of how my life’s been
i finished that album, distrokid, hit send
i felt so proud, but n0body cared!
not one single pre+save, no love in the air!
i know that i’ll get fame the next 7 years
i know that i’ll love the next 7 years
i know that i’ll cry for the next 7 years
but i’m writin’ and rappin’ for all of my years
[outro]
(but i’m writin’ and rappin’ for all of my years)

- tt17 lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS