MID LIFE CRISIS

Lyrics

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) [Verse 1: YG] 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 nеrvous I'm tryin', I'm tryin' not to hurt me, I'm violent They ask mе what got me to this point, I get quiet Maybe I should handle this in private [Chorus: 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?) [Verse 2: 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 [Chorus: 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?) [Bridge: Buddy] 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 [Verse 3: 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 [Outro] 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 Welcome to The Gentlemen's Club