Quarter-Life Crisis

Quarter-life crisis, quarter-life crisis I don't know where I might just, -know where I might just Be in a year or two or five, I might Be in the same place now, just dyin' I'm dyin' to live, but not livin' to give Myself a life beyond the way of the kid Still livin' in my momma's house, with nothing to give I don't know what I want to do How to do what I wanted to Every time I try, I get stuck in a constant loop Of mediocrity. Not even Socrates Can fill this spot for me My philosophy's this: I wanna be rich But not rich from the money trees Rich from my loyalties I'm loyal to family I'm loyal to fun and things Basically… I just wanna be happy And I'm not happy alone So I don't wanna leave home 'Til I can start up my own Flock of birds, but it's gotta be hers too And I don't know how to meet her I don't know if I'm the dude she's been looking for (So I'm livin' in a) quarter-life crisis, quarter-life crisis I don't know where I might just, -know where I might just Be in a year or two or five, I might Have a wife, a home, a car that's right The future's never told That's why I write my life Into existence, hop over the fences To get back on the path, instead of staying set in my ways ('Cause I still got ways to go) Way to go, J-R3MI Wow, you got plenty of fans now You even got chicks with they ass out But nobody to love; you all on your lonesome At least you ain't a virgin, fucked all over the sofa But then you say, "So what? It woulda been so good If I went back to school to get that diploma" You could've made it to Hollywood Had a jolly-good time meeting actors of all kinds Even starred in a movie Better yet, gotten groovy with your peer on camera 9 There's just something about her; maybe it's in her eyes You've been dating for some time Now, it's come lunch time You're thinking of asking an important question or punchline But you just chicken out Later on, she finds the ring Then she does your number-one fuckin' favorite thing She just stands there and stares And then, she says, "yes" She does it in her sexy-ass way, though Bites her lip and fuckin' jumps into your arms and shit Looks in your eyes like staring into your fucking soul and just tells you Without even having to say it out loud That she fucking loves you Like, bro, she's the fucking one I call this a success, crisis averted I'ma get my ass out this booth and make this shit happen Make the life I wanna live Hope you do too