Testo Mid life crisis Yg

Mid life crisis

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 n?rvous
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' not to hurt me, I'm violent
They ask m? what got me to this point, I get quiet
Maybe I should handle this in private
(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 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

(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

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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