Quarter-Life Crisis

[Intro]
Rahh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Find my way through the dark, endangered
Mom told me not to talk to strangers
I hope that my god is angered
I know it’ll not be painless
I’ll go sometime, I don’t know how soon
But I hope I’ll get a mic and I’ll rock the stages
Shoutout Mason
Gotta play a show at the Resonator ‘fore I'm fuckin' brainless
Giving, I will not be taking
Living, I will not be taken unless I do it myself
Why I gotta prove myself?
Why I gotta do so much ‘fore I shoot myself?
Fear of all the disappointment
Got so many missed appointments
Missed calls, miss bitches, boys, and
Thick walls sound sick when I hit record
Bass thump when it hit the floor

[Hook]
What you live for?
What you live for?
Ahh
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
This shit sound sinister
Wearing all black, but not like prime minister
Yell in all caps, my voice, it sounds miniature
Need a new rope to tie to the sycamore
Giving so much, but “Please sir! A little more!
Give the world what they need, that’s what you’re made for!“
Why’s it hard to find peace? I fuckin' hate war
‘Least these flows are napalm
Out of good luck like I missed the 8 ball
I ain’t got funds, wanna quit my day job
I ain’t got time for y’all, shouts Tyler
I ain’t got weed but need to get higher
I got scary thoughts inside, wanna feel alive
Scared to live but too cowardly to die
Pills and potions keep Ziv afloat until (flatline)