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[INTRO] Yeah… Okay…
New world.
Fresh start.
We sayin’ that again?
Aight cool.
[VERSE 1] Spawned in a forest with emotional damage
Punchin’ oak trees like it’s part of my language
Handmade tools, confidence average
Two minutes in and I’m already panicked
Look at me now, survivalist king
Got four porkchops and a single string
Talk real big till the nighttime hit
Then I’m hidin’ indoors with a dirt-block kit
I said:
“This world gon’ be legendary, bro”
Thirty seconds later fallin’ in a hole
Now I’m lost with seeds and rotten flesh
No coordinates, just stress
Why I always sprint on one heart left?
Why I hear cave noises in my chest?
Why I build mansions before a bed?
Why I got thirty-six chickens instead?
[PRE-CHORUS] I keep tellin’ myself:
“This the run right here.”
Then I die holdin’ twelve iron and disappear.
[CHORUS] Punching trees again…
Same world, same pain again…
Built a dream, got blown away
Now I’m makin’ wooden tools today
Punching trees again…
Swore this time I’d win again…
But every world end exactly the same:
> New world… same mistakes.
[VERSE 2] Made a house outta cobblestone blocks
Thought I cooked till I heard “tssss” outside
Opened the door like:
“What’s that sound?”
Now my storage system somewhere underground
Man I swear these Creepers racist
Always blowin’ up my favorite places
Ignore the giant empty spaces
Hit the ONE chest with my diamonds in it
I had plans too
Automatic farms and enchanted shoes
Now I’m back eatin’ raw potatoes
Sleepin’ in a box with two windows
And why every cave got beef with me?
Skeleton aim like the NBA league
Spider climbed walls like physics fake
I rage quit twice by day eight
[BRIDGE] Maybe…
Maybe the real treasure wasn’t the diamonds…
Maybe it was—
Nah forget that, I need my stuff back.
[CHORUS] Punching trees again…
Lookin’ broke as hell again…
Whole inventory gone today
Now I’m makin’ stone pickaxes
Punching trees again…
Tryna act locked in again…
But deep down I know how this story ends:
> “You Died”
[OUTRO] Respawned three miles from my house…
Don’t even remember where I lived…
It’s cool though.
*(pause)*
We rebuildin’.
*(Creeper hiss)*
…aw come ON—