Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Seth Sentry
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Seth Marton
Komponist:in
Caleb Lindner
Komponist:in
Oliver McNamara
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Banta
Produzent:in
Nic Martin
Mischtechniker:in
Adam McElnea
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
I don’t wanna live forever
Shoot, punch, loot corpse, I ain’t tryna live forever
New gear, same stats, I ain’t tryna live forever
Next coin, make it to the next coin
You grind or you figure out the exploit
Well fuck em, I’m just coming for your neck boy
I don’t need to save a thing, I don’t need a check point
I been indoors through the summer
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
Fuck a vendor, where you hiding 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 manners, I don’t use spells
I just hit the corner with a slide and then I boost out
Getting tired of winning I’m just tryna see you lose now
Rolling 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
You ain’t got game, you a beta test
Head crabs, death claws? Fuck em
Cazadors? Fuck em
Teammates? Fuck em
Pockets E Honda got the green like Blanka
But I really ain’t trying I’m just mashing all the buttons
Man whatever, I told you I ain’t tryna live forever
No scope, take your motherfucking head off
Oh you care about your numbers & your hits?
Numbers popping out your heads when I hit you with the crits
Man, whatever
I told you how it is, I don’t wanna live forever
Kill boss, no new game, plus I ain’t tryna yeah
This road is so lonely and dystopian
Nobody’s spits dope if their 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 hoping to scare em but oh it killed just both of them
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
Find the treasure just to buy a treasure
Life, I ain't tryna live it like a side quest
I'm nice enough to kill em all with kindness
I been indoors through the winter
My dick’s worth 100, plus charisma
Cold as Winterfell, they ringing out the dinner bell
I hit em with a little stealth, kill em like its splinter cell, whatever
The overrated rapper that you'll grow to hate
Hold up wait, all you phony rappers need to know your lane
Catch you on motorway but you gon' need a coat of paint
When I kick your Toyota til it’s totalled like a bonus stage
Whatever
I told you how it is I ain’t tryin, ah forget it
High Score, game over I don’t need another credit
(Continue…that’s pretty good)
Written by: Caleb Lindner, Oliver McNamara, Seth Marton