(Intro)
Nineteen
IAMJAYCE
September two-nine
One-nine-nine-eight

(Verse 1)
I thought by this point that things would be plenty fun
But I'm already bored of life and I ain't even twenty one
Feeling lonely and I'm 'bout to go and get a gun
Just to get a spark of life, wonder what what have I become
The only time I get some joy now is when I cum
And my hand is the only way that I can get it done
Feeling numb, feeling lost, feeling hopeless
Going in circles like I'm in a state of hypnosis
I always gaze to the sun and the sky
Wondering why
I'm living an uncomfortable life
Like I got something to hide, I don't know nothing
If I did I'd keep it tucked up inside
Like cellulite in the thighs
Of a fat chick, only way that I can pass the time is if I practice
Always getting better so don't say I'm not on that shit
If you don't, I'mma lay you down on the mattress
Shafted when you choke up on a fat dick

(Hook)
Going through a mid life crisis
But I'm only nineteen
Why can't I have nice dreams?
This is why I can't have nice things
Most people young and reckless
But I'm just fucking restless
Always doubting myself
And I'm doubting that helps
I know I just can't help it

(Verse 2)
I thought by this point my life would be a movie scene
Partying, doing drugs, and see a girl in her new bikin(i)
Instead I'm up at 4am recording this fucking song
I'm not an insomniac I just pretend that nothing's wrong
I should be in Amsterdam with my homies and puffing bongs
Instead I'm flicking through the TV channels and oh
Nothing's on
What the fuck is wrong?
Where's that spark I once had
I know if my life was a TV show I would turn back
I always gaze at the sun and the sky
Wondering why
I'm living an uncomfortable life
I don't got nothing to hide, I don't know nothing
If I did I'd keep it tucked up inside
Pretend I'm lovely and nice
Like a catfish, only way that I can pass the time is if I practice
Always getting better so don't say I'm not on that shit
If you don't, I'mma lay you down on the mattress
Shafted when you choke up on a fat dick

(Hook)
Going through a mid life crisis
But I'm only nineteen
Why can't I have nice dreams?
This is why I can't have nice things
Most people young and reckless
But I'm just fucking restless
Always doubting myself
And I'm doubting that helps
I know I just can't help it