Time Crisis - Sammus

Living after thirty

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

And I wish you would live yours

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 for grad schools

When the week sucks I add booze

And when I’m finna take a little study break

I’m havin' great sex with rad dudes

I ‘on like no assholes

I on' like lil rascals

They feel the dopamine and then I rope ‘em in

They call me Wonder Woman I rock a lasso

Saturday I’m with bad chicks

If I had I 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 want to be mom?

Do that I mean gotta be alone?

Fuck it I’ll wait

What I look like humming

Rock-a-bye-babe?

Got the schedule tight

That could fuck up my day

My vagina’s not a Timex

So why you all up in my privates?

Tell em' it’s my body to decide if

I’mma be about it or I’m childless

Cuz regardless I’m an artist this

Art is my carthasis spit

Bars jist like an arson it’s

A TARDIS to a far distance

So call me a narcissist

You want a war I want armistice

You want to spar then you are dismissed

Art is my heart I will not risk this

Living after thirty

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

And I wish you would live yours

I don’t really ride with Heidegger

But I think about time on the ride to work

I am a mortal yeah I ain’t the Highlander

I’ll be a corpse one day under a pile o' 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 can one of my vices — yikes

It’s hard in a world full of old dudes

Big balls like Goku’s

You a star laying vocals

On your Pro Tools

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 Toadstool

Cause we told we ‘posed to

While we going postal

They got us hating the day when we see signs

Of our Nasiolabial cheek lines

Debating the rate that our ageing could take

Like a tape we persuaded to rewind

Spending big bucks

For nip tucks to fix butts

And 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 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 are trying to convince them?

Living after thirty

What’s the verdict from the jury

Heard it from a birdy

That the thirty word is dirty

But I’m living my life

And I wish you would live yours