Maino - Mid Life Crisis lyrics

[Intro] Quincy Jones once told me The music industry is not a 50 yard dash It's global gumbo - and that's a marathon Are you ready to finish what you started? [Verse 1] Little burns on my back, I'm back from Hell's fire Little games, you say the devil's alive Anything we can conquer, Olympians I'm on my second wind running like a Jamaican I went from dreads to a bald cut Took the flu shot, still caught the rap bug Closest they got to me falling was on Dave Chappelle's show When Dylan was chocking the legend And what an impression I leave on your girlfriend Not physically, but it's my voice that she's hearing She like that, aye, sing along - she know the words to every song Aye, she call me Don Dada - her favorite movie Top Shotter She love when I speak Creole, what up, Cleo? Me and colleagues go back with bu*tafuoco [Hook] Early in morning, you still wake up Brush my teeth and hit the block up Hustle hard is what I'm made of Some cut coke, I cut that guitar up We keeps many cars with the big rims Big mansions with Rottweilers fenced in Some did anything just to get there Some see fame and some saw the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some see fame and some see the prison [Verse 2] You're doing time, in prison? Hold your head up, I hope you get a pardon Could've been me, in the same place That's why every night, I say my grace Strong-headed, ain't a thing I can't achieve So off the beat, top three emcees Music mogul, philanthropy Y'all know how I do with my epiphanies Why now? Why not now? Many'll call but only a few can move the crowd I started off a battle emcee Before the Smack DVDs and URL League But lately, lyrically, been underestimated But the rap side of my brain is reactivated But thanks to my momma, used to pray, oh Lord Have my son focus on music and not a sawed-off [Hook] [Verse 3] Some say I had a mid-life crisis The colleagues would pick on my birthday Why envy Charlamagne? It's my birthday It, it's my birthday, it, it's my birthday But who know where we going, papi? What it do? The catwalk, fashion week "Ne me quitter pas", that mean "no, never leave me" What's funny, man, she don't even know me Aye, she like that, aye, sing along She know the words to every song Aye, she like that - gettin' her dance on She know the words to all my songs Go girl - shake it But don't hurt nobody It's the Refugee Republic All hands on deck - DJs on deck Some see fame and some saw the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some see fame and some see the prison [Outro] Ladies and gentlemen Could somebody pa** me my electric guitar?