Blue Shell

Lyrics

[Intro] Super Cool Tree House Yeah [Chorus 1] I don't wanna live forever, uh Shoot, punch, loot corpse, I ain't tryna live forever Yeah New gear, same stats, I ain't tryna live forever [Verse] Next coin, make it to the next coin You grind or you figure out the exploit Well, fuck 'em, I'm just comin' for your neck, boy I don't need to save a thing, I don't need a checkpoint I been indoors through the summer, yeah I started out dumb now I'm dumber Lived enough lives, I don't really need another I don't brag about a come up, I don't really need a 1UP, man, whatever I told 'em I ain't tryna live forever Yo, fuck a vendor, where you hidin' all your treasure? Yeah, take it from the expert When you start a brand new level, check if something's on the left first Fuck a "yes, sir", fuck your manas, I don't use spells I just hit the corner with a slide and then I boost out (Skrrt) Gettin' tired of winnin', I'm just tryna see you lose now Rollin' through your lobby with a shotty full of blue shells I just killed my way through your player base I assume that everybody's AFK I don't press X, I don't pay respects (No) You ain't got game, you a beta test Headcrabs, death claws, fuck 'em Cazadors, fuck 'em, teammates, fuck 'em Pockets E. Honda got the green like Blanka But I really ain't tryin', I'm just mashin' all the buttons, man, whatever Told you, I ain't tryna live forever, yeah No scope, take your ma'fuckin' head off, yeah Oh, you care about your numbers and your hits? Numbers poppin' out your heads when I hit you with the crits, man, whatever Yeah I told you how it is, I don't wanna live forever Yeah Kill boss, no new game, plus I ain't tryna, uh This road is so lonely and dystopian Nobody spits dope, if they're GOATs, well, then bitch show me then Crept to their door, opened it slowly and tip-toed but, shit Somebody set the bar too low and I tripped over it Whoops, jumped up, tried to throw in a quick ultimate Just hopin' to scare 'em but, oh, it just killed both of 'em Bodies with slit throats on the linoleum I just throw 'em in dumpsters, the shit's appropriate Now I ain't tryna follow what the guide says, yeah Find the treasure just to buy a treasure, life I ain't tryna live it like a side quest, yeah I'm nice enough to kill 'em all with kindness I been indoors through the winter, yeah My dick's worth a hundred plus charisma Cold as Winterfell, they ringin' out the dinner bell I hit 'em with a little stealth, kill 'em like it's Splinter Cell, whatever The overrated rapper that you'll grow to hate Hold up, wait, all you phoney rappers need to know your lane Catch you on the motorway but you gon' need a coat of paint When I kick your Toyota till it's totalled like a bonus stage, whatever [Chorus 2] Perfect, yeah I told you how it is, I ain't tryna, ah, forget it Yeah High score, game over, I don't need another credit [Outro] Hhm, continue? That was pretty good