[Lyric] QUARTER LIFE CRISIS (Connor Musarra)

[Chorus]
Quarter life crisis at the party
Pour me up a drink that I can't pronounce
My phone is dead as fuck, don't try to call me
I'm 'bout to throw up on the VIP couch

[Verse]
Ten homies hopping in the UberX
Aux cord shawty play that Connor Musarra next
Pull up to your spot, skip the line, that's a bet
Eyes red higher than my student loan debt
Two-step breaking hearts on the floor
I done this so many times, I could teach a college course
Top tier fits, I'm a fucking connoisseur
What you think my parents named me Connor for?
Long way from home doing shit I can't condone
I should probably delete all thеse pictures from my phone
Onе more drink and I'll delete all the memories too
Hard reset, let the brain reboot, aye

[Chorus]
Quarter life crisis at the party
Pour me up a drink that I can't pronounce
My phone is dead as fuck, don't try to call me
I'm 'bout to throw up on the VIP couch
Let's go
[Verse]
Dressing all black, I'm a hot topic
I don't need a blue check, I'm already popping
Might fuck around and color my hair like Dennis Rodman
And end up on the news in a foreign country
Middle fingers up, pardon my French
My last fuck to give was in the past tense
I think I see my ex in the club, god damn
I barely remember who I was back then, uh
DJ blow the fucking speakers out
We gon go until the fire marshall come and kick us out
Then hit the block, can't stop won't stop
I'ma cash out and buy the whole squad IHOP

[Chorus]
Quarter life crisis at the party
Pour me up a drink that I can't pronounce
My phone is dead as fuck, don't try to call me
I'm 'bout to throw up on the VIP couch