Lyrics: Finley MacDonald
Music: Finley MacDonald
I'm not tryna toggle shift run,
You said you guys beat the game, that was supposed to be us
There's this iron i can't break, my pickaxe's wood,
I'm never crafting the right thing, I guess I suck
If you see me in Hypixel, I might say, "Hi"
But if you meet me out in Mineplex I'm a talkative guy,
Maybe we'll slash set a home, with our dogs inside
And I've never e-romanced so it might be nice,
But I can't call these golden ingots cheese
It's like we never watched as kids, she's quoting dream smp
And if I quote the wrong thing, they'll talk about me on stream
Always whippin out their big swords when you try to speak
(That could only be me)
New world I'm walking from spawn
Placin blocks, it's my fault
Hardcore's the worst for my soul,
Piglins keep stealing my gold
I only fish for the books,
But I keep reeling in boots,
Place down a bucket it burns,
Down where my base once stood,
I light a cig with a torch,
Zombies sell reds in the morgue,
I might leave open my door,
Or pressure plates on the floor,
And i know i won't be bored,
Living with my Wither Storm,
So i feed him beef and eggs,
And cook some more for the horde.