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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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania