Time Crisis Songtext
von Sammus

Living after 30
What′s the verdict from the jury?
I heard it from a birdy
That the thirty word is dirty
But I'm living my life
Yeah
And I wish you would live yours, oh
I thought I had a classic man
I was thinking of a master plan
It fell apart faster than
The grass under acid rain
Or the Flash running laps after accidents
Up in the lab again
Now I read texts from grad school
And when the week sucks
I add booze
And when I′m finna take
A lil study break
I'm having great sex
With rad dudes


I don't like no assholes
I don′t like little rascals
They feel the dopamine
And then I rope em in
They call me wonder woman
I rock a lasso
Heh
Saturday I′m with bad chicks
If I had to say look like a pageant
A couple pretty young things
A couple video games
We have a gathering
I call it Magic
So what if I don't wanna be a mom?
Do that mean I gotta be alone?
Fuck it I′ll wait
What I look like humming rockabye baby?
Got a schedule tight that could fuck up my day
My vagina not a Timex
So why you wound up in my privates?
Tell em it's my body to decide if
Imma be about it or I′m childless
Cuz regardless
I'm an artist
This art is my catharsis
Spit bars just like an arson
Issa tardis to a far distance
So call me a narcissist
You want a war I want armistice
You wanna spar then you are dismissed
Art is my heart I will not risk this
Living after 30
What′s the verdict from the jury?
I heard it from a birdy
That the thirty word is dirty
But I'm living my life
Yeah
And I wish you would live yours, oh
Living after 30
What's the verdict from the jury?
I heard it from a birdy
That the thirty word is dirty
But I′m living my life
Yeah
And I wish you would live yours, oh
I don′t really ride with Heidegger
But I think about time on the ride to work
I am immortal yeah
I ain't the highlander
I′ll be a corpse one day
And you're a pile of dirt
Yo I don′t even got a gun license
But I might have a little time crisis
This kinda bites like a fight of Mike Tyson's
Yeah looking nice that is one of my vices
Yikes it′s hard in a world full of old dudes
Big balls like Goku
You a star laying vocals
On your Protools
Next up you are old news
So we roll through Whole Foods
Getting store bought produce
And we starve on tofu
To look more like Tosu
Cuz we toe we postu
While we going postal
They got us hating the day when we see signs
Of our nasio labial cheek lines
Debating the rate that our aging could take
Like a tape we persuaded to rewind
Spending big bucks for nip tucks
To fix butts
Snip guts
I gives fucks
Cuz this sucks
And if you don't get what's the big fuss
I′ll discuss
I′m complaining we live in a system
In which aging's an act of resisting
I′ll admit I am not optimistic
You can change everything in an instant
No I got nothing against it
But you gotta follow your instinct
Like who are you really convincing?
And of what are you tryna convince them?
Living after 30
What's the verdict from the jury?
I heard it from a birdy
That the thirty word is dirty
But I′m living my life
Yeah
And I wish you would live yours, oh
Living after 30
What's the verdict from the jury?
I heard it from a birdy
That the thirty word is dirty
But I′m living my life
Yeah
And I wish you would live yours, oh