Quarter Century - Sammie

Lately, I’ve been thinking

About having some babies

With my wife in the crib

On the hill, yeah a big old house

And lately, the same damn thoughts

Been taking a nigga down

Cause I don’t how I’m a do it

I done met the baddest in the whole wide world

But a nigga still solo

Popping bottles with the models up in vip

But my spirit is solo, solo

So I take a shot back, shot back

It helps ease my mind

But when I sober up, the truth remains inside

I’m running out of time, time, time,

I’m running out of time, time, time

I’m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,

My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa

I’m only 25

Baby, where are you?

Did I pass you up for a one night stand?

For a one night stand, oh damn

Baby, I need you

Cause every single girl I meet, repeat

It’s the same old thang

I done met the baddest in the whole wide world

But a nigga still solo

Popping bottles with the models in the vip

But my spirit is solo, solo

So I take a shot back, shot back

It helps to ease my mind

But when I sober up, the truth remains inside

I’m running out of time, time, time,

I’m running out of time, time, time

I’m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,

My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa

I’m only 25

Quarter century, whoa, whoa,

Damn look, what you did to me, oh whoa, oho

Quarter century, oh no, no

Look what you did to me

I’m out of time, time, time, time

I’m running out of time, time, time,

Why do I feel like this?

I’m bout to lose my mind, my mind, my mind,

My mind, my mind, my mind, whoa

I’m only 25, oh, uh, oh, whoa,

What do I feel like this?

Oh damn

I’m only 25, yeah, yeah, yeah well

Quarter century

Look what you did to me

I’m only 25.