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lirik lagu 1up – the funkoars

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save the princess, save the world
spend my teens in those greens instead of chasing girls
way too busy jumping barrels on computers
copped that robocop 2, you can call me..
that’s a link to my past, a pitful of luck, always drive by high
if i’d be an honest man than my favorite game would have to be
one to blame’mario and’original split screen
more than one copy, it was hard to keep that sh-t clean
always had megadrop, guess i was arrogant
big head, motor would jam when i was slamming it
‘i was born to play, never was i bored a day
dust off the commodore and lit up california games

yeah, i’mma f-ck you up’chew bubble gum
power battle, double jump, mortal kombat i become

yeah, i love gta but i’m still doing kill frenzies in a bird’s eye view
on the main menu, press square, triangle, circle, x, x, circle, triangle, square
i feel old is better, call it retro, we call that the golden era

and i don’t really know how to feel
if i should be impressed with this world were the graphics are real
maybe i should leave it alone, get out of home
but no, take those games on my mobile phone
so, game over, when i’m down give me one up
game over, when i’m down give me one up
game over, when i’m down give me one up

’till i b-mped into a stranger and i saw all my rings
if you want it’couldn’t save it when i was dead
that means game is over
knew it kept me sober my social life was easy
’cause when i was alone that mean n-body could beat me
didn’t need connection, don’t worry if i’m lagging
bomb bag of 20’s and coming for double dragon
never lost a controller because they’re wired
but then again, i never p-ssed cool because i was tired
b-tch, please, i’m playing sims 3
road bashing and crashing on the split screen
corpse looter, don’t like the shooter, you was much better on computer
so don’t complicate it, reality been overrated
i’m just kinda glad that i made it

words from my’.
freddy, jason or damien when i step on the stage again
i’m late for an invitation, i walk it like i’m rap door
hack some with a hacksaw’
keep a couple rumble packs stored up in my sock drawer
use my land mower like i’m playing’
cognac sipper slash bomb wrap spitter
with a pen i murder ink like i’m a contract killer
‘put a dollar in your -ss ’cause you played yourself

and i don’t really know how to feel
if i should be impressed with this world were the graphics are real
maybe i should leave it alone, get out of home
but no, take those games on my mobile phone
so, game over, when i’m down give me one up
game over, when i’m down give me one up
game over, when i’m down give me one up

yeah, hit them with that’
should’ve read books
saw this woman in labor and when i said push’
then i opened up the vets for the rats
t’s playing rpg’s looking for something’
then it’s over, a soldier of fortune
this golden edition, need for speed in a bold position
‘then revealed the secret weapon

i dreamt i was stuck in this game
game over