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letra de quarter life crisis - daddy spice

[intro]
(it’s about time for a quarter life crisis)
(it’s about time for a quarter life crisis)

[verse]
uh, everybody been askin me how i been
i go to work, come home, do it all again
new job still holdin up and i been
tryna cut down on coping with the cup

f-ck the old gig if they come back to knock
can’t enjoy the money when you workin round the clock
all that ot it ain’t worth the hype
they say get the money i say get a f-ckin life!

aye, got a lot on the mind
not tryna get too caught up in the grind
don’t know where i’m goin but i know i’m behind
can we circle back please? think i need to rewind

i been feelin like i’m on the brink of insanity
and i prolly shoulda gone when they recommended me therapy
i burned a few bridges unintentionally
had me thinkin the depression got the best of me

[chorus]
it’s about time for a quarter life crisis (havin a quarter life crisis)
i feel like a zombie got the 8 to 5 virus (it’s a mothaf-ckin virus)
got me sick of that cubicle tell me what i might miss (ain’t missin no sh-t)
sell ya soul to chase the paper i would not advise it (i wouldn’t advise it)
[verse]
sometimes i think i made a mistake
got the degree but still feel like a fake
losing confidence in every call i make
got all this pressure for greatness i wonder when imma break

frontal lobe kicked in, barely handle the mid
loud pack gonna take ya boy off the grid
my back is breaking and my knees are achin
i’m sleep deprived but i need to fake it

blue light blasting my retinas every day
sh-tty coffee got me buzzin my life away
stressed out about who to please
feel like i drop a hundred bucks every time i sneeze

sorry if i haven’t caught up lately
i got so much sh-t on my plate don’t hate me
got no time to waste and no need to cap
cause i just wanna get to the garden and write the raps

[chorus]
it’s about time for a quarter life crisis (havin a quarter life crisis)
i feel like a zombie got the 8 to 5 virus (it’s a mothaf-ckin virus)
got me sick of that cubicle tell me what i might miss (ain’t missin no sh-t)
sell ya soul to chase the paper i would not advise it (i wouldn’t advise it)
[verse]
don’t let corporate k!ll the creativity
they only care about the productivity
taking care of my bonsai trim the tree
find my zen cut the negativity

they spoon fed it to you from the beginning
gotta get a stem job like “yeah that’s winnin”
onto q-2 gotta make it better than 1
the grind has only begun

it’s about time i get back to doin what i love to do
always cookin up song like i’m makin a roux
got a few more bangers in the chamber too
cause when i get the time to shoot you know i’m making the moves

they say to follow your dreams but that don’t seem to cut it
can’t feed the passion when you just stuck on the budget
already gone too far to turn back from the fight
i ain’t tryna quit just gotta get my mind right

- daddy spice

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