Managing the landing
I'm super hot, I quickly have the
Weapon that everyone is fighting over
I kill you calmly, you're pathetic
I see your trap stuck to the ceiling (yeah)
Dude, you're going to shit your pants
I see you in the distance, you remain static
I put it in your head then I polish myself
Ar, pump or uzi
I manage my 1v1 easy
Back to reality, I'm not Gota, I'm Squeezie (I'm Squeezie)

And this guy on a distant roof (ah yeah)
Who snipes and has a big killfeed (oh the bastard)
And this player who camps in the toilets (but no)
Who drinks his Shield potions
And this unpleasant feeling of being late in the storm
And these dark thoughts that cross your mind
When you lose to the opposing player

I watch streams to train
But I remain a broken player
Every game they call me Bambi
Easy to kill like Squeezie

I wanted to make top 1
Without the help of any friend
Without the power of a fairground worker
Nor the charisma of a villain
I wanted to make top 1
Without the help of any friend
Without the power of a fairground worker
Nor the charisma of a villain

I made shit, I'm contemptuous (oh the jerk)
He fucked me even though he's ten
I always lack components (well you're bad then)
I build so slowly, it's exhausting
I make stairs, I put my springboard
I had a blast, he broke the base (well played)
Days trying to make top 1 without inclination
I do something beautiful, on social networks I share it
I hang out on the map
At each enemy I panic
I sweat bullets
I'd be better on the Titanic

I drink the big potions before the small ones
I make a campfire, even though I have a kit
I aim at the lamppost instead of the guy (he's stupid)
I break all the walls to find the chest
Every time I get one shot with the pump
If there's a nice skin in the shop, it's because I missed the offer

I watch streams to train
But I remain a broken player
Every game they call me Bambi
Easy to kill like Squeezie

I wanted to make top 1
Without the help of any friend
Without the power of a fairground worker
Nor the charisma of a villain
I wanted to make top 1
Without the help of any friend
Without the power of a fairground worker
Nor the charisma of a villain

I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me
I want to make top 1, me

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