It's for the love
From the get go
Born in the eighties
So i'm retro
Got the gas like metro
Track classic
Like it's expo eighty six
Fast forward
Thirty three years later
Steady blazing spliff
And i'm high
In the sky
On my george jetson shit
The spacely sprockets
To make it
Extra thick
While my soul sits
Outside the arcade
Looking for that new
I got a pocket full of quarters
And my homeboys do to
Right when you think its Game Over
I'm back infinite lives
And i'm strapped
With a flamethrower
The truth is that
We could play
For hours bud
Always considered a king
If you had the power glove
At eight years of age
Was living the night life
Way past bed time
Still playing
Excite Bike
Double Dragon
Knife fights
Big trouble in my sight
Gotta quit
Hit the switch
I think i'm going cross eyed
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath and plus
Your thumbs sore
Konami code
Flow like a liquid snake
Game over
You slow bro we over take
Lay a token next
Just to show respect
Wreck em them we send blessed
To the local vet
Up Up Down Down
Left Right Left Right
B A then press start
Who you wanna Fight ?
Rip you to bits I spit
When I mega byte
Leave you pixel red
Dead with no extra life
Pause the game
You need a little break boy
Put you in the corner
Take it then I destroy
Watch me top score
More than an escort
Warrior on discord
Stomp you like a floor board
Big talk, I'm a dick walking
Shit talking
Pissed off, throw a controller
With a wrist rocket
Quarters in my pocket
I smoke a quarter too
Make it quick and hit the sticks
With the corner crew
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath
And plus your thumbs sore
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It's for the love
From the get go
Born in the eighties
So i'm retro
Got the gas like metro
Track classic
Like it's expo eighty six
Fast forward
Thirty three years later
Steady blazing spliff
And i'm high
In the sky
On my george jetson shit
The spacely sprockets
To make it
Extra thick
While my soul sits
Outside the arcade
Looking for that new
I got a pocket full of quarters
And my homeboys do to
Right when you think its Game Over
I'm back infinite lives
And i'm strapped
With a flamethrower
The truth is that
We could play
For hours bud
Always considered a king
If you had the power glove
At eight years of age
Was living the night life
Way past bed time
Still playing
Excite Bike
Double Dragon
Knife fights
Big trouble in my sight
Gotta quit
Hit the switch
I think i'm going cross eyed
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath and plus
Your thumbs sore
Konami code
Flow like a liquid snake
Game over
You slow bro we over take
Lay a token next
Just to show respect
Wreck em them we send blessed
To the local vet
Up Up Down Down
Left Right Left Right
B A then press start
Who you wanna Fight ?
Rip you to bits I spit
When I mega byte
Leave you pixel red
Dead with no extra life
Pause the game
You need a little break boy
Put you in the corner
Take it then I destroy
Watch me top score
More than an escort
Warrior on discord
Stomp you like a floor board
Big talk, I'm a dick walking
Shit talking
Pissed off, throw a controller
With a wrist rocket
Quarters in my pocket
I smoke a quarter too
Make it quick and hit the sticks
With the corner crew
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath
And plus your thumbs sore
From the get go
Born in the eighties
So i'm retro
Got the gas like metro
Track classic
Like it's expo eighty six
Fast forward
Thirty three years later
Steady blazing spliff
And i'm high
In the sky
On my george jetson shit
The spacely sprockets
To make it
Extra thick
While my soul sits
Outside the arcade
Looking for that new
I got a pocket full of quarters
And my homeboys do to
Right when you think its Game Over
I'm back infinite lives
And i'm strapped
With a flamethrower
The truth is that
We could play
For hours bud
Always considered a king
If you had the power glove
At eight years of age
Was living the night life
Way past bed time
Still playing
Excite Bike
Double Dragon
Knife fights
Big trouble in my sight
Gotta quit
Hit the switch
I think i'm going cross eyed
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath and plus
Your thumbs sore
Konami code
Flow like a liquid snake
Game over
You slow bro we over take
Lay a token next
Just to show respect
Wreck em them we send blessed
To the local vet
Up Up Down Down
Left Right Left Right
B A then press start
Who you wanna Fight ?
Rip you to bits I spit
When I mega byte
Leave you pixel red
Dead with no extra life
Pause the game
You need a little break boy
Put you in the corner
Take it then I destroy
Watch me top score
More than an escort
Warrior on discord
Stomp you like a floor board
Big talk, I'm a dick walking
Shit talking
Pissed off, throw a controller
With a wrist rocket
Quarters in my pocket
I smoke a quarter too
Make it quick and hit the sticks
With the corner crew
Eight bit sixteen
Thirty two sixty four
Can't open jimmy's lunchbox
Or beat the wizards top score
One level left
Continue if you've got more
Never rest
Out of breath
And plus your thumbs sore
Writer: Frederick Brophy, Jeremy Uitvlugt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid