Stop Beating Me At Catan Luka, I Swear On My Goddamn Life
Yeah, 25 years in the making
This one goes out to my main fuckin' man
Friendship requires that rare mean betwixt likeness and unlikeness
That piques each with the presence of power and of consent in the other party
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
20 minutes and we're done
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
Man I want a f***ing gun
This is my life
And I'mma spread it so so many know
From the Heights of Chelsea to the neighbourhood of Bendigo
I'm trash at Catan, but a winner when I take on any flow
Getting head and some tail like a penny throw
I play games in relationships
And I'm living my life like a mean cock
But when we playing in Catan Luka
I take stock, that game is my green rock
That's right my Kryptonite
It's Mjolnir, cause I lowkey can't lift it right
One win, big grin, yeah I gripped it tight
Largest army, longest road, that's a swift delight
You thinking what I'm thinking like B1 and B2?
Yeah man I'm talking bout when I beat you
But that was just a one time fluke
Imma chase this feeling, goddammit Luke
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You winning the game while I'm on none
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You got more sheep than running a damn farm
Actually the term is wool
Imma get my rant on like Andrew Panton
Wood, sheep, wheat, brick, ore, can a bitch grant one?
I need some more to finish up my extension
I'd trade with Sah, but we don't want that son
I have no thing for dethroning the King
A regular win is my goal
I wouldn't be seen toppling down the Queen
You're third place when you're playing Luka/Nicole
Back in the day when we were in Playmates
Didn't think we'd be playing present day in the same way
Cards out, playing Bang! In the fashion of a grenade
"Man I'm your deputy" is the regular shit you say
I'm looking at the tally, I'm the losing score
And I'm begging everybody for just some more ore
And if Abby says "ore what?" one more fucking time
I swear on my life, I'll commit a crime so
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You end up repping number one
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You put the F U in the fun
But I'm glad to roll the dice with my surrogate big brother
Teaching bout life when my father passed to another
I'm glad I have these mates that I can trust on a dime
And Luka my man, you've been there the whole time
So I thought I'd gift you this message up on a track
And for all of those for getting me, always having my back
My fam and friends, you fuckers know who you are
And I want ya'll to know, each and every's a bright star
So this is out to my main people
Matt, Hardy, Abby, Nicole, Steve, Hempshall
Always get me out the pain people
My mates in the game
Currie
And my mates all the same
Merrill
My mates who were there even when I was a lame
Croft
Theo and Travis, Malvina and Luke
Alisha, Ellum, Aaron, and Yunus, the crew
Those here for the LAM with no damn hesitation
From the ex to the gronk, the Croatian sensation
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Or keep beating me at games Luka
Keep winning in Catan
This one goes out to my main fuckin' man
Friendship requires that rare mean betwixt likeness and unlikeness
That piques each with the presence of power and of consent in the other party
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
20 minutes and we're done
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
Man I want a f***ing gun
This is my life
And I'mma spread it so so many know
From the Heights of Chelsea to the neighbourhood of Bendigo
I'm trash at Catan, but a winner when I take on any flow
Getting head and some tail like a penny throw
I play games in relationships
And I'm living my life like a mean cock
But when we playing in Catan Luka
I take stock, that game is my green rock
That's right my Kryptonite
It's Mjolnir, cause I lowkey can't lift it right
One win, big grin, yeah I gripped it tight
Largest army, longest road, that's a swift delight
You thinking what I'm thinking like B1 and B2?
Yeah man I'm talking bout when I beat you
But that was just a one time fluke
Imma chase this feeling, goddammit Luke
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You winning the game while I'm on none
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You got more sheep than running a damn farm
Actually the term is wool
Imma get my rant on like Andrew Panton
Wood, sheep, wheat, brick, ore, can a bitch grant one?
I need some more to finish up my extension
I'd trade with Sah, but we don't want that son
I have no thing for dethroning the King
A regular win is my goal
I wouldn't be seen toppling down the Queen
You're third place when you're playing Luka/Nicole
Back in the day when we were in Playmates
Didn't think we'd be playing present day in the same way
Cards out, playing Bang! In the fashion of a grenade
"Man I'm your deputy" is the regular shit you say
I'm looking at the tally, I'm the losing score
And I'm begging everybody for just some more ore
And if Abby says "ore what?" one more fucking time
I swear on my life, I'll commit a crime so
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You end up repping number one
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Because every time we play Luka
You put the F U in the fun
But I'm glad to roll the dice with my surrogate big brother
Teaching bout life when my father passed to another
I'm glad I have these mates that I can trust on a dime
And Luka my man, you've been there the whole time
So I thought I'd gift you this message up on a track
And for all of those for getting me, always having my back
My fam and friends, you fuckers know who you are
And I want ya'll to know, each and every's a bright star
So this is out to my main people
Matt, Hardy, Abby, Nicole, Steve, Hempshall
Always get me out the pain people
My mates in the game
Currie
And my mates all the same
Merrill
My mates who were there even when I was a lame
Croft
Theo and Travis, Malvina and Luke
Alisha, Ellum, Aaron, and Yunus, the crew
Those here for the LAM with no damn hesitation
From the ex to the gronk, the Croatian sensation
Stop beating me at games Luka
Stop winning in Catan
Or keep beating me at games Luka
Keep winning in Catan
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Writer(s): Shannon Mcshortall
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