quarter-life crisis 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