17 Dayz 17 Nightz lyrics

[Intro: FBG Goat]
Cross my heart
Hope I die
[?] (David, wake up)

[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't sh*t to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you n*ggas like 0 and 3

[Verse 1: FBG Goat]
[?] pain [?] but it don't break no real n*gga
My promoter told me she wanna rolex before she leave this earth
I'm havin' conversations with a person that I can't even see no more (Rest in peace)
I'm puttin' these hoes in rotation 'cause I can't find love no more
Comin' up, only had channel three, five, ten, and twenty-four (On God)
Wanted a new floor model TV and eatin' cheese toast
Young n*gga tryna maintain focus, I was takin' trips in that Ford Foucs
Most of these hoes gangrene, a lotta these b*tches they bogus
Elliante diamonds on my throat, f*ck around and hit the blogs with you ho
Feelin' like Jeepers Creepers, I heard it was cheaper to keep her
Coco Chanel bags, she got baby hairs with the diamond ring on
Spent 17 days and 17 nights with the Puerto-Rican
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't sh*t to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you n*ggas like 0 and 3

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Cut that b*tch off, that lil' b*tch wasn't sh*t to me
When you a boss, don't give f*ck 'bout victories (Yeah)
Diamonds they cold, got water like Mr. Clean
She wanna bounce on the di*k like trampoline (Yeah)
Off this perky, sippin' on Wock', this dirty (Yeah)
Talkin' down, you get .30s
b*tch, I got red beams, yeah
Choppa go dumb-dumb, test me
b*tch, I got sauce like Zesty
Tote Call of Duty guns, might prestige
Got water on my wrist, no chlorine (Bah)
Half 50-ounce full, still pouring'
Make it rain outside, it's pouring
I still feel pain, I'm scarred
[Chorus: FBG Goat]
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
Please pardon me for the prominent scars I left on your heart
I jumped off the curb covered in dirt
Sippin' codeine with a couple shooters, that is all
I damn near went insane when I lost my bro'
She tryna hide my pain behind these drugs
Pop me a Adderall, treat 'em like Tylenol
These Xans ain't sh*t to me
Double my cup, and hop in that Rolls-Royce, you n*ggas like 0 and 3