Lyrics: MID LIFE CRISIS

[YG:]

Fuck

Fuck

Fuck, I'm tired of this shit

Ah (Fuck)

Ah (I'm fucked up)

Fuck, nigga, I'm tired of this shit, I'm fuckin' tired, nigga (Fuck, ah)


You ever thought about killin' yourself, but didn't do it?

I got drunk instead, I'm killin' my health

I had thoughts about killin' myself

But that would've killed my kids and killed my wealth

The crib got a bar and it got bottles on shelf

So who you think I run to when I'm in need of some help?

My mind playin' tricks on me while I got the blick on me

Pick it up, point it to myself, make it click, homie, help

I done took all they advices

I think I'm havin' what they call a mid-life crisis

Type shit got me runnin' to vices

Playin' Russian roulette with the strap, rollin' the dices

Wait, my kids comin', hurry and hide it, I'm nervous

I'm tryin', I'm tryin' not to hurt me, I'm violent

They ask me what got me to this point, I get quiet

Maybe I should handle this in private


[Buddy:]

(How you feel?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, do you wanna live?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, or wanna die?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, is that how you feel?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, yeah, do you wanna live?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, or die?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Why?)


[YG:]

I ain't wanna have to go there, but I guess I'll say it, whatever

Thoughts you had about me, I'm finna change it, done with the fakin'

Where the funds go?

A couple accounts insufficient, nigga, uh-oh

Investments gone bad, I done did too much trickin' on some ass

Ayy, the money gone, but fuck that

It's the time I spent that I can't get back, I'm fuckin' mad

Then my pops had a stroke

I feel like I failed him, why? I don't know

I did this shit for the fam, been through the most

Then that happened, it was out of my control

And for the ones that know, I'm a control freak

The fact that I ain't popped this Glock, I ain't controllin' me

Somebody give me a reason I shouldn't blow this heat

The last two years of my life been the lowest me

On P's


[Buddy:]

(How you feel?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, do you wanna live?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, or wanna die?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, is that how you feel?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, yeah, do you wanna live?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh, or die?)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Why?)


I been drinkin' like a damn alcoholic

Y'all been askin' for a nigga, that's what y'all get

Got a couple different women I'm involved with

I been searchin' for a feelin', at a loss, shit

Nothing's workin', I can't seem to get this shit right

I just hope that maybe I could have a good night

Been a long time, real long time

Really need to get the bullshit off my mind


[YG:]

As I look at the pistol

Wonderin' how I get rid of these issues

Anxiety whoopin' my ass, jujitsu

Daughter callin' my phone, I miss you

Street nigga, but I'm feelin' weak, nigga

It's been forty-somethin' weeks in problems I can't solve

If you ain't never felt defeat, nigga, I'ma let you feel it

Through me, nigga, 'cause I don't want no feelings at all


I know what you're thinking, why? Why did he do it?

He didn't have to go out like that, but he did

The man he was had to die

So the man he is today could finally live

Karma's debt was heavy, and he paid it in full

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