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English Lyrics: “17 Remix” by Ja Mezz feat. NO:EL & Young B

Sneak Peek: English lyrics for "17 Remix" by Ja Mezz featuring NO:EL and Young B.

“17 Remix” by Ja Mezz feat. NO:EL & Young B

(Ja Mezz)

Mom, you said I was different from everyone else.
Yeah, you said I could be anything I wanted.
You were right, mom.
That was when it started—
probably. I was a troubled child.
My age… I was seventeen.
Seventeen. I was seventeen.
Seventeen. I was…
I’m 17, muf*ckas.

(NO:EL)

The way I live my life—
my teachings are for [/literally, considerate of] kids.
Too cold for these muf*cka.
Businessmen, you bastards.
I don’t go below 400.
That regret.
I… beneath that pencil and pile of crumpled paper—
for the people who have trouble making up their minds,
I’m going to be a role model.
Yeah, uhm… yeah,
yeah. Yeah, what.
Yeah, ever—the way I live my life,
is the way I should live my life. Whatever.
I don’t make money.
I steal it from you.
Yeah, I made it.
For three days, [/I was] on Naver.
What, yeah. If you’re talking about your opinion [/literally, personal taste],
then f*ck off.
Being a rapper [/literally, my career or job] and being a reporter,
the similarity: f*ck that flavor.
What it do, homies?
Yeah, for you “novelist” is
an extremely excessive nickname.
Try hard to get it off your chest.
The career counseling
center… Oh, it’s closed.
I’ll be good to my parents on my own. Don’t worry about me.
My mom’s fashion is BAPE.
Spit, spit. The aura of [/being] 17.
I buy reality: coffee
in a Paris [i.e. French] croissant.
Throwing rocks at my background,
you kids—
in these lyrics the majority of you…
a montage of my haters.
Young and stupid.
Age is nothing.
Gather together and attack me in a group.
Hit me and shatter.
I don’t give a sh*t
’bout a music video.
My lyrics, my saggin’ pants,
I made them.
You’re just a scarecrow. Shit.
I was 17, right. 17, yeah. 17.
Yeah, I was 17. That was last year.
Yeah, 17. Yeah. My thoughts and feelings [/literally, sensitivity] are deep.
I was 17, right. 17, yeah. 17.
Yeah, I was 17. That was last year.
Yeah, 17. Yeah. My thoughts and feelings [/literally, sensitivity] are deep.

(Ja Mezz)

Mom, you said I was different from everyone else.
Yeah, you said I could be anything I wanted.
You were right, mom.
That was when it started—
probably. I was a troubled child.
My age… I was seventeen.
Seventeen. I was seventeen.
Seventeen. I was…

(Young B)

Yo, students, borrow my rhymes.
It’s the B flow.
If you want to learn, then gather round in front of me.
Studio MC, you
look like you need rap lessons.
I’ll give them to you. I feel on
top of the world.
Killing me is something your friends
all combined could never do.
I came to suck the life out of you all.
D*ck sucking old bastard rappers,
hurry up and dance
in front of me. Your rap is like ta-ta-ta.
Get ready. I only need one round.
Yeah, Young B.
I level up one more time.
You have to tell your friends
that they can’t control me.
High School Rapper, the high place—
get the kids who want to go there all together.
Your uniforms burn from [/the heat of] my flow.
The kid who survives
gets to keep going.
Remembering something like reasons
is unnecessary. There’s nothing to learn [/from it].
WEE CLASS,
don’t try to teach me, b*tch.
I stick my chin out and don’t listen.
You grab the back of your head,
and wear a cast on your neck.
SEVENTEEN. On the turtle ship, but I
barely got on. Ask me who I am.
I’ll tell you just one thing.
You can’t come here.
Cut your neck tie.
Why is everyone following in line?
The reason why I changed: My mom said that I
wasn’t different from everyone else.
A few years later, look at me now.
Blood doesn’t lie.
It [/i.e., the world] is in my hands. My friends’
hourly wage—I make much more than that.
This will never change, even if you’re upset.
The guy who stole your girlfriend…
Who that?
The mast [/referring to the turtle ship] my older brothers [i.e., seniors] left behind, fools…
I take two.

(Ja Mezz)

Right now I’m living like I’m 17. Why?
Real 17 year olds
have nothing to learn from
the old, older brothers [i.e., seniors] next to them.
I take care of my health. You should take care of yours.
I learn more from them [17 year olds].
A movie realer than a movie.
Their attitude,
something you could never understand,
while hitting your student’s hands
with a 15 centimeter long ruler.
Hit the keyboards, now.
17, my standards. You’re right there.
Yeah, your level.
Yeah, the negative comments you write about me on the internet.
Even though I’m getting older, my mind is still fresh.
Even when I’m 37, I’ll still be 17.
My life, yeah. I’m going to see it.
My mom, rockin’ that Gucci. No,
my mom, rockin’ that Supreme.
F*ck you haters. I am 17.

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