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over the hill - jesse dangerously lyrics

i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)

“five years from thirty” plus another five after
older than the tv infomercial for the thighmaster
half alive rapper, never signed to half life
snapping off fast like the segments of x*xcto knifes
yeah, i do my own cuts in a pinch
stage fright used to have my guts in a cinch
so much innocence diminished like dust in the wind
i’m not a loser, man, i just didn’t win
six years older than my father when i got born
shopworn, well loved, heard around the harbour like a
fogh*rn. they got warned but little did they know
i got middle aged but never been middle of the road

i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i put in the
work, the years, the decades, the ten thousand
hours. i worked service and lived in low rent housing
i toured far and wide, performed in bars, dives, and chip shops
bizarre ride, i made my mind an archive
of hip*hop. living in tribute to the forebears
the kid trailblazed with pigtails, braids, and short hair
i fought fair (yeah), i couldn’t wouldn’t didn’t stop
rocking to the rhythm and chewing more than i’d bitten off
i’ve shown my influences reverence
flown by intuition, made known my preferences
for the freshest princes and the jazziest of jeffs
if you happen to forget my name, hazard a guess
i’m lazarus resurrected, back like i left the oven lit
old mcdonald, if not exactly loving it
get your nugget dipped in hot mustard and testify
i’m fly as the biplane that crop dusts you with pesticide
(“come check the age!”) getting older as the crow flies
i’ve looked at joni mitch*ll from both sides, i’m so wise
i’ve only authored fictions but i’ve told no lies
my libel turns to slander solely when it’s vocalized
i’ll bowdlerize you boldly til there’s soap in your eyes
no surprise there, use caution washing that nice hair, or
before you know it your scalp is itching and
there’s powder up top like the alps in switzerland
yup, shampoo for my real friends, and so forth
you know the rest. i’m all washed up, it’s time to go to bed
aww shucks, you can buy my record
but you won’t
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)
i’m forty
(“the big four*oh!’)

middle class
middle american
middle*schoolers
muddle through their
middle*life crisis
just a little too
disillusioned

- jesse dangerously lyrics

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