I'm tired of hiding under rocks now
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Hightower
Fire shrouding my fist
I'm locking on as I try to escape
And the cursor's getting close
As I line up the host
I'm only
One shot away
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
I'm tired of hiding under rocks now
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
Chancy - William Star Racer Lyrics
Chancy - William Star Racer Lyrics
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I'm tired of hiding under rocks now
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Hightower
Fire shrouding my fist
I'm locking on as I try to escape
And the cursor's getting close
As I line up the host
I'm only
One shot away
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
I'm tired of hiding under rocks now
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Hightower
Fire shrouding my fist
I'm locking on as I try to escape
And the cursor's getting close
As I line up the host
I'm only
One shot away
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
I'm tired of hiding under rocks now
Scared little rabbit
Murder bird after me
Same story
All for the glory
And I'm trying to gain the power that I need to be free
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Halo on her head
She is a goddamned replicator
Hologram is a map in my hand
I am a star bound king on the move
Keep ya head down
Gunning to kill
Cuz she sent me on a mission regards to superstitions of what might we be
Dreaming
And he knows where you are
And he'll tear through the stars and everybody who knows or loves me
They say the void is sparse of laughter
Turning over every cold stone in space
That son of a bitch is gonna catch these blasters
Running low on fuel he's gaining pace
Writer: Taylor Tuft
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