Got a friend in Brooklyn The other ones better off dead He got involved in to much shit And now he's got a price on his head I remember when it was all so easy Playing guns in the yard Oh how I wish we could all be kids again Before life got so hard Now when I look in the mirror And reflect on all I got I just think of how we all grew apart And think they're dead but pretend they're not This is the story my father told me Before he left home As my life goes on I try to deny it, But the story's getting old Chorus: (don’t wana live the American dream Don’t wana be just like the president.) As time goes on I pretend it won't be the same I won't grow old and lonely No my story don’t go that way I don’t wana get old I don’t wana get tied down I won't go to church on Sunday Have kids and move to a small town My friends won't move away And live tragic junkie lives I won't be like my dad An alcoholic who left his kids and wife I won't be like anyone Won't try to live the American dream I won't be like the president Ill just be like I wana be {Repeat first verse} (Chorus)

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