Lyrics The Last Man to Stand - JT Music, Neebs Gaming

The Last Man to Stand

Here I stand, don’t know why, don’t know where
Nothing to my name but my stained underwear
Nonetheless, still got swag, check out my hair
Can you spare some 5.56?
Like hell I’ll share!
Ammo don’t grow on trees, son
Neither does victory
But you know what does?
Nuts!
This island’s bout to light up
I’ll be walkin' through the fire
From friendly conversation
Into a battle of survivors
Pray that you ain’t scared of heights
(3, 2, 1, JUMP!)
Like angels stripped of wings
Forsaken, fallen from the sky
To burn in Hell on Earth
Our quest to scavenge and survive
This revolver’s all I’ve got so keep an eye out for rifles
I’ll stock up on .45
Where’s the squad?
Swear to god
We gotta rendezvous, we’ll take a Dacia for a drive
Fire up the whip, take a ride to town
Just like Stevie Wonder, gotta get the Higher Ground
Except we’re never blind, we’ve got eyes around
Fight with pride, don’t go hiding now
We’re just going prone.
You mean lying down!
I hear victory calling
I follow the sound
The last man to stand
Will be me on these Battlegrounds
My conquest will start with Pochinki
Traverse mountaintops, someone king me
Hope you got good guns behind those doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours
Time to hit the road bros yo, this zone is closing
Wait a sec I need a piece of inconspicuous clothing
Put the clothes on hold, shots fired due west
Enemy bearing 250, wait is that right or left?
Medkit!
Been hit!
Is it bad?
Don’t look!
I’ll patch you up, brother
Cuz this ain’t the worst we’ve been shook
I deflected half the flak that I took
I guess you can do more with a pan than cook
We’re in the middle of the ring, sick, we can just kick it
Popping painkiller pills, shit, I think I’m addicted
Hey that place looks vacant, I think that I’ll raid it
Grab me some camo pants, I can’t fight naked
Peel your eyes, for mortar strikes from skies above
Better hide, if you’re outside, you’re kinda dumb
If there’s a drop, and it’s nearby, you bet I’ll come
So get your bearings cuz it’s time to run
Make sure the tank’s full, we’ll be going far
I call shotgun!
Would you rather have a scar?
Wasn’t talkin' bout the weapon, I was talkin' bout the car
We look like bums, but we reign like czars
We call it PUBG, but we raise the bar
I hear victory calling
I follow the sound
The last man to stand
Will be me on these Battlegrounds
My conquest will start with Pochinki
Traverse mountaintops, someone king me
Hope you got good guns behind those doors
I’ll show you mine if you show me yours