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)