To Turning 27 - Quentin Miller

27 years

How did I get here?

How’d I make it here?

Last year was supposed to be the greatest year

Look at me, I’ll never be the same again

I used to dream 'bout this rap shit

Whipping my mama’s SUV through them backstreets

Hit the WalMart late at night, had to shoplift the dipes and the wipes

Made decisions like that one, that one

Listen to rap songs, make me want get out here and get some racks huh

I can’t get enough I’m never satisfied

Oh Lord, oh Lord, got some many questions

Oh Lord, oh Lord, I need joy, yeah

Wo-ooo-ah

Wo-ooo-ah

Wo-ooo-ah, alright!