mobs

Visions in my head of this You don't know the half of it I got dreams of logging on Logging on Soon as i get home But nothing feels like how it feels To know that you're a fucking god The weight of all these mobs And every mob's a threat Sometimes I'm trapped inside And I dunno how I'll kill these fools But to mine through the pain Is the only thing that we know how to do There are mobs So I am gonna close the fucking door Who the hell's Steve Jobs? God I hate it when it begins to fucking pour We've had our bad takes The gray fucking days But nothing really breaks If I got you Look at this cave When you feel safe And know there is nothing To keep me back from you There are mobs So I am gonna close the fucking door Who the hell's Steve Jobs? (And know there is nothing) God I hate it when it begins to fucking pour To keep me back From you To keep me back From you To keep me back From you