25 Years
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, yeah clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, yeah clap
25 years, living in Abuja
Man said I'm so lazy I should never be a soldier
Never went back to school, these blogs are saving me
And somehow, I'm almost debt free
I should tell you how I hit the studio and paid for time
While earning what I earn and living on my own
But that's boring, they're other things I'd rather talk about
Like how you can't deny I'm the best poet in the world
How I'm dissing all these poets that I met in my city
And trying out hip hop to get more streams on Spotify
How I've never been mentored but I'm turning out fine
And providing aid to those who were
How I missed out on stages for not being Christian enough
How everyday I see pretenders writing me off
How I dropped out of school without any real plans
Now I don't know if I'll do well if I ever go back
And someone prolly asking if I've ever had sex
I don't know, I just want to say
That if babe doesn't see her period for a while
I'll blame it on the stress of working after her nine to five
Paid my first rent, and I feel like I wasted cash
Damn! How did we get here so fast?
Does it get more stressful as I countdown to 26?
Will I get ahead of this, or will I just get head?
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, your clap
And if you're years
And you relate to this, please clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're years
And you relate to this, please clap
This is the point where I pray that time moves slower
This is the point where I care about every hour
This is the point where if I have sex
Either a condom or a post-pill must have been bought
I'm like you, if you underrate Nigerian brands
I'm like you, if you're scared of Nigerian banks
I'm like you, if you're still trying hard to not feel embarrassed
About the dumb stuff you've done in the past
Stop asking me if I still want to be a pastor
You think I'm the devil and your churches think I'm crap
Stop asking me to put a ring on babe's finger
Or you probably wouldn't get an invite for that day
I still don't get in fights, except I'm playing a game
I still can't hit a child, or a woman or a man
I'm still the worst dancer, I'm still the best poet
And to the point, I still can't tell my left from my right
Been a while anyone told me I'm now a man
I see you've forgotten COVID, I see you shaking your hands
You thinking that I can swim, man, you are thinking a lie
You want me to to ride a bicycle, you just want me to die
If I die at 25, I hope I will be alive
I'm hoping that you will play this song more than you will cry
I hope you'll remind my family that I want to be cremated
I hope anyone who tries to bury me will die next
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, yeah clap
If you're 25 years
And relate to this, please clap, clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, clap
You should relate to this, so clap, yeah clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, yeah clap
25 years, living in Abuja
Man said I'm so lazy I should never be a soldier
Never went back to school, these blogs are saving me
And somehow, I'm almost debt free
I should tell you how I hit the studio and paid for time
While earning what I earn and living on my own
But that's boring, they're other things I'd rather talk about
Like how you can't deny I'm the best poet in the world
How I'm dissing all these poets that I met in my city
And trying out hip hop to get more streams on Spotify
How I've never been mentored but I'm turning out fine
And providing aid to those who were
How I missed out on stages for not being Christian enough
How everyday I see pretenders writing me off
How I dropped out of school without any real plans
Now I don't know if I'll do well if I ever go back
And someone prolly asking if I've ever had sex
I don't know, I just want to say
That if babe doesn't see her period for a while
I'll blame it on the stress of working after her nine to five
Paid my first rent, and I feel like I wasted cash
Damn! How did we get here so fast?
Does it get more stressful as I countdown to 26?
Will I get ahead of this, or will I just get head?
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, your clap
And if you're years
And you relate to this, please clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're years
And you relate to this, please clap
This is the point where I pray that time moves slower
This is the point where I care about every hour
This is the point where if I have sex
Either a condom or a post-pill must have been bought
I'm like you, if you underrate Nigerian brands
I'm like you, if you're scared of Nigerian banks
I'm like you, if you're still trying hard to not feel embarrassed
About the dumb stuff you've done in the past
Stop asking me if I still want to be a pastor
You think I'm the devil and your churches think I'm crap
Stop asking me to put a ring on babe's finger
Or you probably wouldn't get an invite for that day
I still don't get in fights, except I'm playing a game
I still can't hit a child, or a woman or a man
I'm still the worst dancer, I'm still the best poet
And to the point, I still can't tell my left from my right
Been a while anyone told me I'm now a man
I see you've forgotten COVID, I see you shaking your hands
You thinking that I can swim, man, you are thinking a lie
You want me to to ride a bicycle, you just want me to die
If I die at 25, I hope I will be alive
I'm hoping that you will play this song more than you will cry
I hope you'll remind my family that I want to be cremated
I hope anyone who tries to bury me will die next
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, yeah clap
If you're 25 years
And relate to this, please clap, clap
If you're 25 years
You should relate to this, so clap, clap
If you're 25 years
And you relate to this, please clap, clap
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Writer(s): Felix Ayuk
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