(Verse 1) Yo, once upon a time, in the prime of my youth, Farts were carefree, no need for real truth. But hitting 30, a new chapter unfolds, A cautionary tale, as the story is told.Life was a breeze, no gas-related fear, But now every toot's a potential career. In the office meeting or a crowded train, One wrong move, and you might feel the pain.(Chorus) Not trusting a fart after thirty, Life's a game, gotta play it all dirty. Cross your fingers, hope it's just a tease, But the struggle is real, no putting minds at ease.(Verse 2) Used to laugh it off, thought it won't be me, Now clenching cheeks tight, like a ship at sea. Metamorphosis at thirty, it seems, From fearless warrior to a victim of dreams.Late-night snacks and that extra cup of joe, Turns the battlefield into a dangerous show. Gas masks on, but the danger persists, A silent assassin, no warning it insists.(Chorus) Not trusting a fart after thirty, Life's a game, gotta play it all dirty. Cross your fingers, hope it's just a tease, But the struggle is real, no putting minds at ease.(Bridge) In the quest for wisdom, got a lesson instead, No trust in the wind that blows from the back end. A rumble, a grumble, a dangerous quest, A cautionary tale, so let it be confessed.(Verse 3) So here's a shoutout to the thirty-plus crew, In the battle of the farts, may you come through. Trust not the whispers from the gut's abyss, For after thirty, a fart's a risky business.(Chorus) Not trusting a fart after thirty, Life's a game, gotta play it all dirty. Cross your fingers, hope it's just a tease, But the struggle is real, no putting minds at ease.(Outro) So heed the warning, all you thirty and more, In the gas-filled battlefield, stay off the floor. A laugh or a sigh, as the tales are retold, Not trusting a fart after thirty, story untold.