Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Shell, artist - Seth Sentry. Date of issue: 17.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |