Quarter-Life Crisis Lyrics

Quarter-life crisis, quarter-life crisis

I don't know where I might just, -know where I might just

Be in a year or two or five, I might

Be in the same place now, just dyin'

I'm dyin' to live, but not livin' to give

Myself a life beyond the way of the kid

Still livin' in my momma's house, with nothing to give

I don't know what I want to do

How to do what I wanted to

Every time I try, I get stuck in a constant loop

Of mediocrity. Not even Socrates

Can fill this spot for me

My philosophy's this: I wanna be rich

But not rich from the money trees

Rich from my loyalties

I'm loyal to family

I'm loyal to fun and things

Basically… I just wanna be happy

And I'm not happy alone

So I don't wanna leave home

'Til I can start up my own

Flock of birds, but it's gotta be hers too

And I don't know how to meet her

I don't know if I'm the dude she's been looking for

(So I'm livin' in a) quarter-life crisis, quarter-life crisis

I don't know where I might just, -know where I might just

Be in a year or two or five, I might

Have a wife, a home, a car that's right

The future's never told

That's why I write my life

Into existence, hop over the fences

To get back on the path, instead of staying set in my ways

('Cause I still got ways to go)

Way to go, J-R3MI

Wow, you got plenty of fans now

You even got chicks with they ass out

But nobody to love; you all on your lonesome

At least you ain't a virgin, fucked all over the sofa

But then you say, "So what?

It woulda been so good

If I went back to school to get that diploma"

You could've made it to Hollywood

Had a jolly-good time meeting actors of all kinds

Even starred in a movie

Better yet, gotten groovy with your peer on camera 9

There's just something about her; maybe it's in her eyes

You've been dating for some time

Now, it's come lunch time

You're thinking of asking an important question or punchline

But you just chicken out

Later on, she finds the ring

Then she does your number-one fuckin' favorite thing

She just stands there and stares

And then, she says, "yes"

She does it in her sexy-ass way, though

Bites her lip and fuckin' jumps into your arms and shit

Looks in your eyes like staring into your fucking soul and just tells you

Without even having to say it out loud

That she fucking loves you

Like, bro, she's the fucking one

I call this a success, crisis averted

I'ma get my ass out this booth and make this shit happen

Make the life I wanna live

Hope you do too