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I’ll take what I get but it’s not the same that I giveI think it’s time for reciprocityThey say that your quarter life is when you turn 25I fear that mine is when I was 13
My family genes give me anxietyDon’t wanna love and leave my offspringI play the cards in my head but I’m always folding themI’m so tired of the worrying
More like the huddle at halftimeNobody cross the finish line
If it’s a matter of when baby hold my handAnd I don’t want you to let goIf it’s according to plan makes no sense god damnWhen half the time we don’t knowWhat kind of plan is hard to follow?
This life that I live it ain’t so hard to forgetI’m getting swallowed by the memoriesMaking myself itch like a cold call pitch singing the same songs since I was 18
Now any kid with their phone can stream their home videosMy childhood’s in the basementAs the boxes grow they’re now stories toldAnd my memories no witness
You better cross them like a checklistIn a quarterlife crisis
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