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It big business I gonna own a funeral home
Cause half this town gonna kick off any day
I tired of hanging at the Super 10 My parents don like any of my friends
I 18 and I am out of here
It big business I think Il learn to play the guitar
Make a record make a million dollars
And make love to any girl I want
But right now I living out of my truck
And leaving home don feel so glorious
I 21 and I don know where I from
Confused American Teenage Tale
Mental aggravation
Got social overload information
Funny how what you thought was straight turns in a circle path
Now I teaching my children
Talking like my Dad
I know one day theyl be breaking free
Hating what the think they know about me
But that 18 and that alright
Yeah that 18 hell ain it fine