Lyrics 25 To Life - Sugs

Yo, Taim, what's up?
Are you cracked?

Flawed ambition for the fourth week
Life's a beach but can barely feel the shore breeze
Bite the face, shut the lips, better yet
Cutting off a brown nose 'round me, better keep your nose clean
They say more than ever, better late
That's a gimmick, what's the difference by the second, by the day?
Why'd you miss some things you never really meant to wipe away?
Taught to speak but no one told 'em what to say
Heard a story told
Girеau meet the villain, say the world'll fly away
Thеy get to live so boldly
Coda's trip to Po
The sickest slide we've sold
Say you really wanna know 'em
I don't think you wanna know, G
End the road without a wet dog
Like to notice things we seem to have effect on
Don't wanna know about the voices that I fend off
Visions of the simple thinking, what will be the send off?

Twenty-five to life, yet a life expiring
Can't go back to times we could be so childish
Let the Santa cannon things come by
Can you be my feather, can you be my guide?
Psycho mountain climber, keep from sliding
Everything they wrote inside a book, I've tried it
Ever wonder when the wonder went silent?
Have a sleep and maybe dream to find it again

Calls talkin' cheaper while the truth stay priceless
Like the golden noose that keep the noose from tightening
Scrying, glue the pieces but the bleed can't stop it
One too many seeds up in my mutant garden
Thirteen, learned that certain strings get cut
Nineteen, learned nobody gon' pick you up
Twenty-four, type horror, what did we become?
I'ma say I don't but I need your love
Dying vision led to thinking once upon a time is through
Met a share of queens, fell in love with one or two
They're familiar to heartache, I'm familiar to losing
Shoo could tell you 'bout the garden, sunny's bleeding from the fruit
All my roots are what I see
Learned you can't choose which to keep
Know the day they live my dreams, I might be terrified to sleep
I'm a parasite who's living off of memories and debris
I ain't terrified of me, only terrified to breathe

Twenty-five to life, yet a life expiring
Can't go back to times we could be so childish
Let the Santa cannon things come by
Can you be my feather, can you be my guide?
Psycho mountain climber, keep from sliding
Everything they wrote inside a book, I've tried it
Ever wonder when the wonder went silent?
Have a sleep and maybe dream to find it again

Taking on headfirst with the skills and the hype
Keep that look and say, "No!" (No!)
You will not control me, no! (No!)
You will not take my soul, no! (No!)
You will not win this game (No!)

(No!)