Old Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You have been told
Too many times
You're getting old
Finally past your prime
Fruit's getting moldy
After years on the grind
Once you're past forty
Suddenly left behind
Words of wisdom can't beat the algorithm
Go away your time is done
Preaching reduce, reuse, recycle but when they smell rot
They'll throw you in the trash
Tenure's the same as a shriveled watermelon
Clinging to the vine
No place for you
You're gonna die soon
May the fittest win the race
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da-a-ah
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da-a-ah
Serums and creams
Do nothing to hide
Time's wear and tear
Amid shining bright new eyes
The future awaits us
With no plans to pause
The space that you take up
Is not yours for long
Words of wisdom can't beat the algorithm
Go away your time is done
Preaching reduce, reuse, recycle but when they smell rot
They'll throw you in the trash
Tenure's the same as a shriveled watermelon
Clinging to the vine
No place for you
You're gonna die soon
May the fittest win the race
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da-a-ah
The future awaits us
With no plans to pause
The space that you take up
Is not yours for long
Future awaits us
With no plans to pause
The space that you take up
Is not yours for long
The future awaits us
With no plans to pause
The space that you take up
Is not yours for long
The space that you take up
Is not yours for long