Oh boy it seems I'm 21
It's been another year
I guess I should confess
About my existential fears

And yes it may depress
But don't digress just take a knee
If you're a lady take my lap
Must be over eighteen

I figured what I love to do that's great
Yet still I sometimes hesitate
If tortured artist is my fate
I need to stop and calculate

The time I spend here in this room
Whether it points to social doom
Assess the data then resume

And I'm still not sure
What to do with these hands
When I'm out

And the ladies? Oh they love me
They won't take a minutes break
JK, my love life's reminiscent
Of sad turtles in the shade
But then again, I don't try
Trusting it'll drop by
If not, well oh my
I guess it's more bro time

My life always constant
Producing more content
Ten years in the making
And proud of the product

Productive but snoozing
The muse is elusive
Enough with excuses
Sit down and induce it

And I'm still not sure
What to do with these hands
When I'm out

[Outro]
I'm not excited about drinking
Because you can drink beer
When you're eighteen here
It doesn't matter

Don't leave that as a comment
I get so mad, so mad, so mad