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Yeah, yeah. Thirty-four, motherfucker. Still breathing. Woke up today, looked in the mirror, Same scars. Thirty-four candles, But the fire's still dark. Made it this far, didn't think I would last. Now I'm standing here laughing like, "What the fuck Next?" Used to run from the pain. Now I walk with it slow. Used to chase every high. Now I don't even know. Friends getting married, some already ghosts. I'm still in the game, but I'm playing it Close. Ooh, shit, I'm thirty-four. Still alive, still fucked up, still wanting more. Oh, sweet fucking... I made it to thirty-four. Now I don't know what to do anymore. Life gave me another year. Said, "Here you go, king." But I'm looking at the ceiling light. What the fuck is this thing? Thirty-four, yeah, I'm still here. Heart still beating, but the vision ain't clear. I survived all the nights that shoulda took me Out. Now I'm thirty-four, And I don't know what it's about. Bills, bills on the table, memories in the smoke. Love came and left, left a couple of jokes. Body still works, but it clicks when I move. Mind still sharp, but it's tired of the mood. They say, "Happy birthday," I smile and say, "Thanks." Inside I'm thinking, "Bro, when did time Pass so fast?" I was supposed to have it figured out by Now. But I'm still figuring out how to figure It out. Yeah, thirty-four, not young, Not old, just somewhere in the middle. Still got dreams, but they got a little brittle. Still got fire, but the flame got a riddle. What do I do now? Where do I go? Who the fuck am I at thirty-four, bro? Oh, sweet fucking... I made it to thirty-four. Now I don't know what to do anymore. Life gave me another year, like a loaded gun. I'm still alive, but the war ain't won. Thirty-four, yeah, still in the fight. Uh, woke up breathing, guess that's alright. I survived every demon that wanted me gone. Now I'm thirty-four, Tryna figure shit out. Happy birthday to me, I guess. Th-th-th-th-thirty-four. Still here, Still lost, still going. Yeah.