Lyrics Blue Shell - Seth Sentry

Super Cool Tree House
Yeah

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

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
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
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

(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

Hhm (Continue?)
That was pretty good