When I was seventeen
Your mama was so proud
You liked to play
Rock music loud
Yeh it was just the scene
Doin what we weren't allowed
Cos you liked to be
With the wrong type of crowd
Out on the town looking for trouble
Breaking bad, back on the hustle
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Don't remember what you look like
Not even your name
I was tripping along
While you didn't care
You were out of luck
I was already there
Those summers playing pool
In the afternoon
Hanging out in pubs
And skipping school
But you were quite naive
Your feet weren't on the ground
Couldn't quite believe
What was going around
Out on the town looking for trouble
Breaking bad, back on the hustle