quarter-life crisis Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Sunday afternoon and I'm feeling stuck in my room
Even though I'm a grown man
I don't be having no plans
My younger self would've been tweaking
Over the fact that it's the weekend
And I'm not out with my people geeking
Meet and greeting each other
With love and respect
Go out and have a good time
Split up the check
But for some reason
It's different seasons in relationships
If you're not talking constantly
You might lose communication quick
Fuck around and end up in an acquaintanceship
And for me
I'm down for whatever tanks the ship
If you don't want to maintain the shit
Glad it's your turn to regain a pip
I'm just learning about how much I fuck with me
Quarter life crisis
No way out that I could see
Got me reminiscing about the times
With my big bro spitting rhymes
In the garage chilling
It's one hell of a feeling
When your big homie tells you you got it
Been heard my OGs affirmations
Wouldn't be here without it
Almost choked up
Like somebody tugged on my carotid
I used to think I wouldn't make it
Now, I highly doubt it
The field is a wide open
Fertilized green pasture
And it never needed a master
It's room here for any and everybody
Who really wants to master the art
And remain relevant after
Like I said, it's wide open
So, there is no shade
I'm trying to stick around long
Like the O'jays
Season this shit up
Like some Old Bay
Chili Cheese Frito Lay
I'm in my better bag
I'm doing what I never have
To get what I never had
To any potential haters
I hope you stay forever mad
I'm keeping you at a distance
Like Devin's jab
Plane or heli-pad
Maybe pull up to the Telly
Rest In Peace Kobe
Gianna and to all the Altobelli's