Lyrics Blue Shell - Seth Sentry

Blue Shell

Yeah
Seth Sentry, Super Cool Tree House: Episode 4
I don’t wanna live forever
Yeah
Shoot, punch, loot corpse
I ain’t tryna live forever, yeah
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 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 vendour, 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 Mana’s, I don’t use spells
I just hit the corner with a slide and then I boost out
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 the 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
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, I told 'em I ain’t tryna live forever
Yeah, no scope, take your motherfuckin' head off
Oh, you care about your numbers and your hits?
Numbers poppin' out your head when I hit you with the crits, man, whatever
I told you how it is, I don’t wanna live forever
Yeah
No new game plus, I ain’t tryna live—
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 the treasure, life
I ain’t tryna live it like a side quest, yeah
I’m nice enough to kill 'em all with the kindness
I’ve been indoors through the winter
My dick’s worth a 100 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 phony 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
Perfect, yeah
I told you how it is, I ain’t tryna, ah, forget it
Yeah
Kill boss, game over, I don’t need another credit