[Chorus 1: SMKZ]

Got the save file, we traveled cross miles, yuh

(Save your progress here)

Coins collected, Sleep replenished

(Save your progress here)

Got the save file, we traveled cross miles, yuh

(Save your progress here)

Coins collected, sleep replenished

(Save your progress here)

[Verse 1: SMKZ]

We gon' take somе deep breaths

We gon' stack our goods in the chеst

We gon' plan to head west, where he rests

What's our coord's? What can we affort?

I'm praying to the lord

I can buy this cool-ass sword, will it make me poor?

Now we got the iron, got the goods, to expose the liar

Situation lookin' dire, facin' 8-bit Myers

Slashing, violent, vengeful spirit

I don't wanna fear, so i'm gonna move ahead

So he can fuckin' hear it

[Post-Chorus: SMKZ]

Got the save-file I know it's been awhile

We ready, ready

(Save your progress here)

Coins collected, we perfected

(Save your progress here)

Got the save-file I know it's been awhile

We ready, ready

(Save your progress here)

Coins collected, we perfected

(Save your progress here)

[Verse 3: SMKZ]

FPS dropped, my save-point locked

Whats this feeling? I feel boxed

I can see, I can hear, his power drawing near

I thought we in the clear, feeling fear

His soul emulates, imitates, something great

Raiding the save space, it's too late

I don't know, what to do, code became glue

We turnin' into 8-bit stew

[Bridge: SMKZ]

I feel this game cheated, life faded

Maybe we should have retreated

I feel this game cheated, life faded

Maybe we should have retreated

[Verse 4: FARO]

You won't reach your save-point

All my goons, they make noise

You ain't got no bitches

Got no game that you can play, boy

Boy, you know you not shit

Choppa like a rocket

Imma steal yo soul

And then I'll flip it for some profit

Spittin' like a prophet

Dead before you clock it

Brother got no coins

Fight me, you need a deposit

Heard your shit, I'd vomit

Tried it, and I knocked it

Look at me, and you won't have

Nothing left in yo sockets

[Verse 5: Faro]

(Uh, yuh)

He gon' need backup

Look how he choke

Now he stuck, now he backed up

(Uh, yeah)

Bitch throw that back up

Knock you down flat

Ain't no chance you get back up

Step in the ring, you get slapped up

Rollin' em' up in a spliff, he get packed up (uh)

Youngin' you broke, get yo' racks up

Round of applause, lil' nigga get clapped up