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Pushing 40
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Pushing 40 was released on April 25, 2025 by BAD SAINT as a part of the album Pushing 40 - Single
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Release DateApril 25, 2025
LabelBAD SAINT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Apolinar De Jesus Rojas
Apolinar De Jesus Rojas
Songwriter
O'Brian Martinez
O'Brian Martinez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
O'Brian Martinez
O'Brian Martinez
Producer, Engineer
Hector Torres
Hector Torres
Engineer

Lyrics

I'm pushing 40
Really, double deuce doubled
Heart on a lark but body bears struggles
Fuddy-Duddy's befuddled
How chromosomes huddled
To subtle shuttle the trouble
Fount of youth turned into puddles
My body's a temple
Ancient and crumbling
The fact that it's a rental
Is painstakingly humbling
Can it be that it was all so simple?
Like 85?
Post pamper tinkle
Still enthralled by Barker plunking Plinko
Anyways
Back to the old man
Where every snap, crackle, pop and ache is an omen
Where kids BPM is EDM and I'm a slow jam
Where references so retro like an old timey slogan
Healing opposite of Logan
Gut hangs
Skin sags
Keg in lieu of six pack
And a mind that likes to zigzag
Closer to the sepulcher
Enticing to these circling birds
Who see my curvature as feast upon my flesh's forfeiture
I'm pushing 40
I'm pushing 40's door down
I'm pushing 40
Really, two plus forty deuce
Living proof
Twenties scurry in a hurry and go POOF!
Dude, that's time you can never, ever recoup
Grow old
Go cold
Then decompose and ooze
The split second you reckon your motionless
Ghost in the shell forgoes the mess and divorces the corroding flesh
Kicking pails pales in comparison
No tipping scales for Baals Since Soli Deo is hailed by Seraphim
Beckoned pronto
By the impartial honcho
Who prescribes you fry like panko
When he's donezo with The Gong Show
That's what goes on
When vagabonds
Break the bonds
Of Bag-o-bones
And go Beyond
And bodies turn to compost
Life's a limited supply of Ahhs and Oohs
Time peppers in some pain and rubs in trauma like masseuse
Then you die and rigor mortis sets and insides turn to soup
You're unseated from your high horse like every other buckaroo
I'm pushing 40
I'm pushing 40's door down
After all is said and done
My years have made me an 'alumn'
My greys (grace) portrays my current phase (face)
Embracing every place I'm from
I'm a geezer to the young
A relic rarely relished
But a being ripe for picking before dusty memories perish
I'm Trapper Keepers
I'm arcades, raves, and beepers
An amalgam of truth seekers drinking Kool-Aid out the beaker
The birth of rap radio only heard at nights on weekends
Where you best prep your tape deck, documenting life's new meaning
I'm the face of 90s, 80s the pride of ADHD
ThunderCat's, SilverHawks, down to Smurfs and Muppet Babies
I'm appalling
I'm alluring
Miseducation of Lauryn
I'm the fallen victim of the sworn-in abhorring the foreign
I'm puppy love Romance
Butterflies before you hold hands
The wop, pop and lock, wobbly rocky road to Romans
Weehawken piers and beers, Breakfast Club, Tears for Fears
I'm the sheer culmination of experience through the years
I'm A Tribe Called Quest to Wu-tang
I'm spread across few camps
I'm Pop, New Wave, Rock, Jazz, Purple Rain, Cobain
Stretch-Bobbito, Punk-O-Rama, Merengue, Salsa, Bachata
You'll find that I'm a fan of every one existing genre
But these jelly's got no vertebrae
They're greedy for the green murder artistry
In first degree
Usurping for absurdities
I ain't petty for the pedigree
I love the heat through melodies
I'm just in disbelief we're chucking Chuck D's for the Chuck E. Cheese
Yo era el
Yo era él
Written by: Apolinar De Jesus Rojas, O'Brian Martinez
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