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letra de quarter life crisis - zee la hitman

[hook]
rise zee la hitman rise
rise, rise
rise zee la hitman rise
through all the pressure
it’s just quarter life crisis

rise zee la hitman
rise, rise, rise
uh uh
rise zee la hitman rise
rise rise
rise zee la hitman rise
through all the pressure
it’s just quarter life crisis
it’s just quarter life crisis
it’s just quarter life crisis

[verse 1]
i’m barely 22 years old, independent striving
metamorphosised grinding
never quite understood
life’s grounding, no manual was handed to me
societal reject, my underlying problems make me wanna isolate myself
i feel like i’m making progress in fighting the alcohol addiction
i’m able to stay happy without an intoxication
could it possibly be my salvation?
yeah right!
i know how the story go, a couple of months happy and only one day of relapse is all it takes
i’m right back where i took my first step
it’s in reversal this time around
i don’t wanna hang out i’m busy, make up all sorts of excuses to not be around people
cellphone on flight mode, lecrecia’s angry, it’s been almost 24hours now, she’s panicking, calls my mom to find out if she knows where i could be
i ain’t answering the door, they think i probably been sleeping
truth is i have my headphones on and alcohol is doing circulations in my blood stream
volcanoes erupt in my cranium
doubt creeps in with each panic
it’s a constant state of confusion
it’s something controlling
and i’m just stuck here thinking “d-mn!”
(and i’m just stuck here thinking)

[hook]

[verse 2]
never been a ridicule to ever slow me down
i’m an explosive that never went off
just tryna disentangle these wires
the human race is messed up
if we don’t jot it down we might forget it, so who’s god and what’s heaven without scriptures to regurgitate?
see i’m not tryna instill doubt but a fraction of humanity is offsh0r-
we’re sandcastles on a stormy day
still a long way to go, with a detour to ponder
emotional wrecks, with internal scars and a facade of facial expressions
happiness is farfetched, fake smiles with stretched jaws
endorsers of wars, concealers of scars
dwellers of rock-bottoms wishing upon shooting stars
enough ladders for us all but those already at the top keep burning them
we’re shattered gl-ss trying to fuse us back together, tryna build a window of opportunity
we worship suppresors and live to impress oppressors
we’re all moments fighting to be noticed
soon to be memories the whole world cherishes
we’re worth more dead than alive
we’re born sinners seeking repentance, at war with our trueselves
we’re the consequences of our very existence
(and i’m just stuck here thinking)

[hook]

- zee la hitman

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