To Turning 27

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!