Circle of Death (PUBG song)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:25 duration
๐ ID: 28509496
๐ Lyrics
Hop, hop out the aeroplane
You better not be scared of pain
There's a hundred other motherheckers out there
Want you dead and they're insane
It's tough to see upon descent
Which one of us'll be the one percent
Dropping like frogs or fallen angels that the gods have sent
Hey, maybe the goal is population control
That would explain why the voice channel's saturated with trolls
Because this game and frustration go together like bacon and rolls
We're not playing a role
That's just the way we roll
Clubbing your face in with a spade
Heartlessly making you fold
Players who play their deck correct
Can get to be the ace in the hole
Prey never see me patiently wait in the cold
Shaking then take a patrol
Out like the pin pulled from your grenade and then bolt
Until there's smoke on the horizon
I'm going for the diamonds
Hope is ever rising with the stakes and so you're frightened
But mate, it's too late to panic, and it won't exactly help
If God put a hundred cards in the pack
Which one'll be the last he dealt?
Falling down
We dropped onto the ground
Into the massive circumference of death
There's only one who makes it to the center
Fighting on
The circle closes in
As all the bodies, they build up within
There's only one who makes it to the center
Scraps of ceiling plaster fell
Scattered round ramshackle towns
A massive match of cat and mouse
In that you have to catch 'em out
A man with shattered health
Trying to find a faster route
As a vast amount of metal shells rattle
Clatter down like acid stratus clouds
Lashing out and I'm mad as hell
Should be thrashing about in a padded cell
In a satin gown, that aroused
Crap, did I say that aloud?
Welp, that's my natural style
Settle down, blabbermouth
I'll neuter you like Latin' nouns
Testing out this frag I found
Ask Jack, I don't act the clown
You'll be scattered where your ashes fell
Fucking hell, is that allowed?
What the heck's all that about? (Oi)
Don't have a cow, man
I'm sure you'll soon have it fathomed out
Spotted the pattern now?
Better batten down the hatches, hell
No matter how, there's no backing out of this battleground
So you might as well sit back and chill
Until the matter's dealt with, happy now?
Anyway, it's too late to panic
And it won't exactly help
If God put a hundred cards in the pack
Which one'll be the last he dealt?
Falling down
We dropped onto the ground
Into the massive circumference of death
There's only one who makes it to the center (bombs over battlegrounds)
Fighting on (bombs over battlegrounds)
The circle closes in
As all the bodies, they build up within
(Dan Bull, Roomie) there's only one who makes it to the center
(The Living Tombstone)
You better not be scared of pain
There's a hundred other motherheckers out there
Want you dead and they're insane
It's tough to see upon descent
Which one of us'll be the one percent
Dropping like frogs or fallen angels that the gods have sent
Hey, maybe the goal is population control
That would explain why the voice channel's saturated with trolls
Because this game and frustration go together like bacon and rolls
We're not playing a role
That's just the way we roll
Clubbing your face in with a spade
Heartlessly making you fold
Players who play their deck correct
Can get to be the ace in the hole
Prey never see me patiently wait in the cold
Shaking then take a patrol
Out like the pin pulled from your grenade and then bolt
Until there's smoke on the horizon
I'm going for the diamonds
Hope is ever rising with the stakes and so you're frightened
But mate, it's too late to panic, and it won't exactly help
If God put a hundred cards in the pack
Which one'll be the last he dealt?
Falling down
We dropped onto the ground
Into the massive circumference of death
There's only one who makes it to the center
Fighting on
The circle closes in
As all the bodies, they build up within
There's only one who makes it to the center
Scraps of ceiling plaster fell
Scattered round ramshackle towns
A massive match of cat and mouse
In that you have to catch 'em out
A man with shattered health
Trying to find a faster route
As a vast amount of metal shells rattle
Clatter down like acid stratus clouds
Lashing out and I'm mad as hell
Should be thrashing about in a padded cell
In a satin gown, that aroused
Crap, did I say that aloud?
Welp, that's my natural style
Settle down, blabbermouth
I'll neuter you like Latin' nouns
Testing out this frag I found
Ask Jack, I don't act the clown
You'll be scattered where your ashes fell
Fucking hell, is that allowed?
What the heck's all that about? (Oi)
Don't have a cow, man
I'm sure you'll soon have it fathomed out
Spotted the pattern now?
Better batten down the hatches, hell
No matter how, there's no backing out of this battleground
So you might as well sit back and chill
Until the matter's dealt with, happy now?
Anyway, it's too late to panic
And it won't exactly help
If God put a hundred cards in the pack
Which one'll be the last he dealt?
Falling down
We dropped onto the ground
Into the massive circumference of death
There's only one who makes it to the center (bombs over battlegrounds)
Fighting on (bombs over battlegrounds)
The circle closes in
As all the bodies, they build up within
(Dan Bull, Roomie) there's only one who makes it to the center
(The Living Tombstone)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.48] Hop, hop out the aeroplane
[00:13.03] You better not be scared of pain
[00:14.22] There's a hundred other motherheckers out there
[00:15.64] Want you dead and they're insane
[00:17.00] It's tough to see upon descent
[00:18.18] Which one of us'll be the one percent
[00:19.97] Dropping like frogs or fallen angels that the gods have sent
[00:22.52] Hey, maybe the goal is population control
[00:24.73] That would explain why the voice channel's saturated with trolls
[00:27.92] Because this game and frustration go together like bacon and rolls
[00:30.81] We're not playing a role
[00:31.99] That's just the way we roll
[00:33.51] Clubbing your face in with a spade
[00:34.93] Heartlessly making you fold
[00:36.47] Players who play their deck correct
[00:37.55] Can get to be the ace in the hole
[00:39.12] Prey never see me patiently wait in the cold
[00:40.92] Shaking then take a patrol
[00:42.58] Out like the pin pulled from your grenade and then bolt
[00:44.89] Until there's smoke on the horizon
[00:46.40] I'm going for the diamonds
[00:48.13] Hope is ever rising with the stakes and so you're frightened
[00:50.56] But mate, it's too late to panic, and it won't exactly help
[00:53.56] If God put a hundred cards in the pack
[00:55.09] Which one'll be the last he dealt?
[00:56.62] Falling down
[00:58.68] We dropped onto the ground
[01:00.38] Into the massive circumference of death
[01:03.06] There's only one who makes it to the center
[01:07.73] Fighting on
[01:09.84] The circle closes in
[01:11.64] As all the bodies, they build up within
[01:14.47] There's only one who makes it to the center
[01:19.05] Scraps of ceiling plaster fell
[01:20.69] Scattered round ramshackle towns
[01:22.08] A massive match of cat and mouse
[01:23.43] In that you have to catch 'em out
[01:24.36] A man with shattered health
[01:25.90] Trying to find a faster route
[01:26.77] As a vast amount of metal shells rattle
[01:28.78] Clatter down like acid stratus clouds
[01:30.51] Lashing out and I'm mad as hell
[01:31.67] Should be thrashing about in a padded cell
[01:33.20] In a satin gown, that aroused
[01:34.75] Crap, did I say that aloud?
[01:36.44] Welp, that's my natural style
[01:37.45] Settle down, blabbermouth
[01:38.87] I'll neuter you like Latin' nouns
[01:40.37] Testing out this frag I found
[01:41.54] Ask Jack, I don't act the clown
[01:42.97] You'll be scattered where your ashes fell
[01:44.47] Fucking hell, is that allowed?
[01:46.08] What the heck's all that about? (Oi)
[01:47.63] Don't have a cow, man
[01:48.73] I'm sure you'll soon have it fathomed out
[01:50.58] Spotted the pattern now?
[01:51.46] Better batten down the hatches, hell
[01:53.32] No matter how, there's no backing out of this battleground
[01:55.47] So you might as well sit back and chill
[01:56.72] Until the matter's dealt with, happy now?
[01:58.76] Anyway, it's too late to panic
[02:00.20] And it won't exactly help
[02:01.37] If God put a hundred cards in the pack
[02:02.83] Which one'll be the last he dealt?
[02:04.46] Falling down
[02:06.56] We dropped onto the ground
[02:08.11] Into the massive circumference of death
[02:10.89] There's only one who makes it to the center (bombs over battlegrounds)
[02:15.53] Fighting on (bombs over battlegrounds)
[02:17.63] The circle closes in
[02:19.27] As all the bodies, they build up within
[02:21.82] (Dan Bull, Roomie) there's only one who makes it to the center
[02:24.94] (The Living Tombstone)
[02:26.24]
[00:13.03] You better not be scared of pain
[00:14.22] There's a hundred other motherheckers out there
[00:15.64] Want you dead and they're insane
[00:17.00] It's tough to see upon descent
[00:18.18] Which one of us'll be the one percent
[00:19.97] Dropping like frogs or fallen angels that the gods have sent
[00:22.52] Hey, maybe the goal is population control
[00:24.73] That would explain why the voice channel's saturated with trolls
[00:27.92] Because this game and frustration go together like bacon and rolls
[00:30.81] We're not playing a role
[00:31.99] That's just the way we roll
[00:33.51] Clubbing your face in with a spade
[00:34.93] Heartlessly making you fold
[00:36.47] Players who play their deck correct
[00:37.55] Can get to be the ace in the hole
[00:39.12] Prey never see me patiently wait in the cold
[00:40.92] Shaking then take a patrol
[00:42.58] Out like the pin pulled from your grenade and then bolt
[00:44.89] Until there's smoke on the horizon
[00:46.40] I'm going for the diamonds
[00:48.13] Hope is ever rising with the stakes and so you're frightened
[00:50.56] But mate, it's too late to panic, and it won't exactly help
[00:53.56] If God put a hundred cards in the pack
[00:55.09] Which one'll be the last he dealt?
[00:56.62] Falling down
[00:58.68] We dropped onto the ground
[01:00.38] Into the massive circumference of death
[01:03.06] There's only one who makes it to the center
[01:07.73] Fighting on
[01:09.84] The circle closes in
[01:11.64] As all the bodies, they build up within
[01:14.47] There's only one who makes it to the center
[01:19.05] Scraps of ceiling plaster fell
[01:20.69] Scattered round ramshackle towns
[01:22.08] A massive match of cat and mouse
[01:23.43] In that you have to catch 'em out
[01:24.36] A man with shattered health
[01:25.90] Trying to find a faster route
[01:26.77] As a vast amount of metal shells rattle
[01:28.78] Clatter down like acid stratus clouds
[01:30.51] Lashing out and I'm mad as hell
[01:31.67] Should be thrashing about in a padded cell
[01:33.20] In a satin gown, that aroused
[01:34.75] Crap, did I say that aloud?
[01:36.44] Welp, that's my natural style
[01:37.45] Settle down, blabbermouth
[01:38.87] I'll neuter you like Latin' nouns
[01:40.37] Testing out this frag I found
[01:41.54] Ask Jack, I don't act the clown
[01:42.97] You'll be scattered where your ashes fell
[01:44.47] Fucking hell, is that allowed?
[01:46.08] What the heck's all that about? (Oi)
[01:47.63] Don't have a cow, man
[01:48.73] I'm sure you'll soon have it fathomed out
[01:50.58] Spotted the pattern now?
[01:51.46] Better batten down the hatches, hell
[01:53.32] No matter how, there's no backing out of this battleground
[01:55.47] So you might as well sit back and chill
[01:56.72] Until the matter's dealt with, happy now?
[01:58.76] Anyway, it's too late to panic
[02:00.20] And it won't exactly help
[02:01.37] If God put a hundred cards in the pack
[02:02.83] Which one'll be the last he dealt?
[02:04.46] Falling down
[02:06.56] We dropped onto the ground
[02:08.11] Into the massive circumference of death
[02:10.89] There's only one who makes it to the center (bombs over battlegrounds)
[02:15.53] Fighting on (bombs over battlegrounds)
[02:17.63] The circle closes in
[02:19.27] As all the bodies, they build up within
[02:21.82] (Dan Bull, Roomie) there's only one who makes it to the center
[02:24.94] (The Living Tombstone)
[02:26.24]