Lives Left

It goes, platform to platform. Gap cleared. Bad form
Fitted feather hat adorned. Catch me ridin' on a sandstorm
I use my obstacles as steppin' stones to get my goals
You after the princess but you only gettin' Toad. You already know
Zap zap got 'em. Now I play possum
Practice makes perfect unless you're born awful
Take what you can until it's a problem
Make a game plan. Murphy's Law is the boss then
I eat a goblin and a piece of rotten fruit
Gain some health by gettin' raunchy. Play myself and always lose
So I seek out opponents and bonus rounds to challenge me
I did a dumb thing and unlocked the whole gallery
Skip the cutscenes I get friendly with the fire
Muscle all lean, Luigi on a diet
Thought we were a team. Studies show that you were lying
You can have the 1-up, dog, I already died

Yeah, I'll beat a game to a hundred percent and then run it again and again
And I'd rather win than have any fun with my friends
I don't wanna pretend. I'm a gawd. They can't pown me
I wish they'd come over more. I'm gettin' kinda lonely
Call the pizza guy. These games don't play themselves
One cranky Duncey boy equals a day of Hell
Trolls online, lonely tryna get heard
Building up courage to come back with the F word
That's probably mom coming. Act like you're asleep
Last time she caught me she was mad for like a week
Way too late, snacks too eaten
Momma's up, great, I'm headed for a beatin'
Throw a sock on the console. Cover the light on the front
We gotta keep this on 'til we reach the bottom or top
No we can't stop. Don't knock it 'til you try it
No risk, no reward. As long as there's lives left
As long as there's lives left. As long as there's lives left
As long as there's lives left
As long as there's lives and they're left for us to use
Yo Dunce, pass me a surge! Call it a E-Tank



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Writer(s): Patrick Childers
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