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letra de mid life crisis at 22 years old - sajor

[mid life crisis at 22 years old]
sajor, sajor, sajor why the f-ck you took so long?
you said yourself soph0m-re year you’d be k!lling it with these songs
but i guess time flies with all that smoking and drinking, what the f-ck are you thinking?
so what’s the plan?
you not the man, in fact you far from it
do you thing, f-ck sh-t up, we’ll watch you crash and plummet
and we’ll keep our expectations real low because we know that
you’re high
and when it’s all said and done you’ll see you wasted your time

shoulda gone back to school, maybe got a degree
ask your family and friends, i’ll bet you they all agree
you need to get off your ass you’re running out of excuses

they’re picturing a bright future while you’re picturing nooses
shoulda dropped this bullsh-t like six year ago
it’s a mid life crisis 22 years old

[twenty minutes]
twenty minutes late to work again
why your eyes red man, you been hittin’ the pen?
i’m not high, just tired, couldn’t sleep last night
cause i still got no idea what i’m doing with my life
got a substance problem i should probably confront
but if anybody asks i’m putting up a front
feelin’ itchy & scratchy like the cat and the mouse
and my auroa’s all off so i gotta bounce
and i been missing my dawgs, but i don’t think
that they miss me, and like all my problems solve
it all with a mixed drink
i think i be over thinking sh-t a lot
bank account is in the negative from all the sh-t i bought
now my nails f-cking chipped, i gotta do em again
cut you off once and i will do it again
see i don’t need to go to therapy i need to go to rehab
so i can get better, f-ck around and then relapse
not that serious calm down relax
sorry outta breath, oh my god he’s fat!

gotta catch my breath

always the b-tt of the joke that’s probably why i’m an assh0l-
on my king sh-t just need a crown and a castle, uh
on my queen sh-t just need a crown and a castle, uh

[vacant]
how come i always feel vacant?
i don’t think imma make it to the end of the year
but that’s just wishful thinking
all i do is just indulge a lot
it’s gonna catch up soon whether i like it or not
a classic case of tryna run before you can walk
said that’s me, yup
that’s me
like i hit rock bottom ‘fore i reached my peak
and it’s another day wasted, that’s the seventh this week
and i only talk fast when i’m nervous or anxious
and if you can’t tell i’m always nervous and anxious
three track mind: money, marijuana, s-x
and my life’s on improv, i don’t know what’s next
[deteriorating]
deteriorating just like all the cells in my brain
(all the cells in my brain)
jumped off the train of thought i’m going f-cking insane

and i don’t know where i’m going
(no i don’t know)
and i don’t know where you can find me
(no i don’t know)
but i know we’ll catch up soon, take me out of my hiding

should have held on tight to those precious moments
cause sh-t came and went but every second was golden
i’m not sure if they believed every word i told ’em
and it’s way too many things that i left unspoken
and i’m not exactly proud of every bond i’ve broken
but f-ck it c’est la vie, i gotta keep it going

[such is life.]
shoe string budget, ain’t tryna budge it
been a minute since i felt myself
steady decline in my health
contemplate, should i k!ll myself?
mother f-ckers my age having kids?
i need vasectomy, baby, sh-t
i need to move out of parents crib
but i can’t afford to pay the rent
probably shouldn’t’ve dropped outta school
spent last year acting a fool
but f-ck it man c’est la vie
my past is gone and it’s all on me man
i been tryna go vegan but i’m blinded by the meat and i’m
so mother f-cking weak
(leave a message at the beep)
cause i had to let the f-cking calldrop
when the world ends will you stop by?
‘fore we have to go our separate ways
apocalypse coming any day now
homies having scary premonitions
i just hope i get to finish mission
what’s their reaction gonna be like once they hear all my admissions?
cause i’ve been tearing at the seams and i don’t know what it means when i look up in the mirror and i hate what i see man, f-ck

[punks not dead]
punks not dead, god is
i think i’m a god and a goddess
just planted my seed in your boyfriend so now i think you can go ahead and call me a botanist

you ain’t want no f-cking part of this
cause i ain’t ever been enough for ya’ll
pardon my delinquency he said
speech slurred now he’s running outta breath

and i ain’t really hit my depth
f-ck college i don’t wanna be in debt
all opinions are my own, i’m a threat
i’ll be doing this sh-t till i’m dead!

i broke up with my ex over text was i wasn’t tryna drive eighty miles round trip just to go, break his heart, turn around and then dip
and come to find out that piece of sh-t grooms kids

so keep my f-cking name out your mouth
i got a couple spare bullets in case you’re needing some help
and maybe next time that i’m feeling suicidal i’ll pull up next to police station with a loaded rifle

man, why i gotta go and get my mother f-cking feelings hurt
i used to do the most for them but they just wanna do me dirt
sh-t ain’t sweet, i know you think i’m all dessert
i need me a trip to london and that sh-t would go bezerk

[blimey!]

(d-d-d-dj sajor)

i ran

sajor

i ran

straight into the line of f-cking danger
call it millie bobby brown sh-t is stranger
last name backwards, b-tch it’s sajor
blimey

i wanna f-ck james corden, take his wallet then dip
invest all that money
now i’m filthy f-cking rich
hit up john boyega
had a pint or two
stole a bl–dy tie fighter
crash land on jakku
smoked a pound of spice
then we attacked the block
shut down that sh-t like skepta
knocked down the big ben clock

snuck into hogwarts too
made me a witches brew
got that felix felicis
got that luck for life
rang up daisy ridley
asked her to be my wife

and then i tripped with a jolt
woke up lying in bed
i never been to london
what’s this scar on my head?

blimey!

i ran

straight into the line of f-cking danger
call it millie bobby brown sh-t is stranger
last name backwards, b-tch it’s sajor
blimey

[voicemessage.m4a]

(audio by josh camodeca)

hey bud, how you doing?

glad to hear you’re alright, glad to hear you’re doing all right, man
um, still doing same old same old, skating
i feel you man on the weed
imma have to stop too, i’m not looking forward towards the day

but you know what? it’s okay
alcohol is great, like, it’s quick, it’s efficient, it’s cheaper, like it’s really all kind of around the better influence to be under

okay, i’m not gonna say that, it’s not better. i love marijuana
but you know what? it makes me feel better going through life knowing you can’t drug test for alcohol, you know?

but anyways man, just wanted to see how you were doin
miss you man, these crazy f-cking times, hope you’re doing all right, staying up
gimme a call when you got the chance

bazinga!
and mahal kita sajor

- sajor

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