Lyrics Time Crisis - Sammus

Time Crisis

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