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Nathan Elenbaas
Nathan Elenbaas
Songwriter
Brett Simmons
Brett Simmons
Songwriter

Lyrics

I feel like I'm swiggety swoogety eyes like googly spendin' frugally
Until I drop my frag movie then my bands increase unusually
Playing CSGO I used to be until I was dropped preemptively
It just was not all meant to be the end of the game a tragedy
A catastrophe like actually the end of CS reminisced the fall of the towers on New York City
I built the city in pieces dead people in the street and you wouldn't want to see it
The end of New York predestined like the Ice Age by Thom Yorke
Built up like the night of the fort you drop into Tilted it looks like your game will be short (so short)
Drop like this guy in the storm moves his t-shirt like NJT's ass
When he turns to gay porn to buy his KFC inside of Buttercorn
Or an op dragon lore or cramp it while at war in a thousand hours
Will he ever open the door? Probably not
All the bodies left after the tragedy will probably rot
NJT's ass bigger than Chun-Li's gyatt
Have you ever played CS-2? I will not
Drive while I drink a shield pot drop squad while I fop
And now it's time for all your loot to drop
Summoned up like a mop looting dust you were shot
One hit one kill just like an op
Blue album was a bop and played it gassy how I like it
CS players gotta find a diamond ore gotta mine and
Take your loot just like Spike and Scottie Cohen
It's a prize they dine give me a trans uncircumcised bitch
Loved that game like I loved my wife (wife)
When they both left me I filled with strife (strife)
It took my skins and she took my kids (kids)
Felt like ice age felt like Sid (Sid)
CS2 just ain't the same (yeah)
Changed spray patterns changed my aim (my aim)
She said sex was really lame (true)
Bussed too quick she never came (ouch)
Why'd they have to change vertigo man I miss it (I miss it)
Please baby bring back Michael I miss him (I miss him)
You once told me that I never listen (that's true)
But at least unlike you I never hit him (facts)
Open a crate open a crate (crate)
How do I cope? I open a crate
Opened a gray opened a gray (gray)
Gold gold gold nah I opened a gray (opened a gray)
Said she was gay said she was gay
Lies lies lies she would never be gay (gay)
Why didn't she tell me before wedding day? (Yuh)
Would have saved both of us all of the pain (true)
Please just at least let me see him once a week
Please I swear she was the abuser
It wasn't me
And you're leaving him with her?
After all she did
Which I have proof for but no one believes me
God damn all of you and your fucking judicial system
She paid you off didn't she?
That's the only reason I could be convinced that you'd take her side
I mean I'm not perfect
But I deserve to spend time with my fucking son
He's my son
And you just you took him from me how could you?
How do you sleep at night knowing that you separated the son from his father
And gave him to the person that beats him?
You know what
Fuck all of you and fuck her
I'm done with all of it
See you all in hell
Written by: Brett Simmons, Nathan Elenbaas
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