Early lyrics

I had my midlife crisis early, so if that means I die when I'm thirty then I'll be happy
Everybody looking at me, can't say that sh*t when you're working gladly
But my wings are flapping and my clothes are dirty
19 years old and my joints are hurting
Getting off the floor is a chore to me, face down on my bed, nothing more to see
I'm so bored of beats, I just lay down laws like a court decree
More room in my head for a sore defeat, I just keep on walking, can't afford the seats
Up high so my nose can bleed
Not much else to let free, takes a lot to be me
Goals in my head that I have to meet, nobody in my bed but the half of me, yeah