
It Doesn’t Matter Rockit Music (Ft. Ghostlike)
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[Verse 1]
Five nights, robots, they lurk
This time feels like curse (But it doesn't even matter)
Sit tight, Baby is near
She bites, cranking her gears
[Chorus]
But it doesn't even matter!
She's tearing at my skin
Anything can happen
When the lights are going dim, oh!
[Verse 2]
Deep in the dark where the shadows roam
No, I'm never gonna make it back to my home
And it feels like a party that's already started
The evolution of Freddy, original teddy, you got it?
He's out, washed up like an old newspaper
Read the headlines, there's a new crew
Comin' for ya' and her name is Baby, get ready to hustle
The route back diggin' your grave with a shovel
What you think, I live in a bubble?
Just 'cause I sit at my desk and run into lyrical trouble
Think I can write a song about a game? I said it, Baby's insane
So lit, it's too hot, my head hurts, I spit flames
Back to the game, Baby's tryin' to locate me
But I'm a ghost in the night security
Protect, serve, nervous, I can't turn back now
Shook nerves, I'm disturbed
Five nights, robots, they lurk
This time feels like curse (But it doesn't even matter)
Sit tight, Baby is near
She bites, cranking her gears
[Chorus]
But it doesn't even matter!
She's tearing at my skin
Anything can happen
When the lights are going dim, oh!
[Verse 2]
Deep in the dark where the shadows roam
No, I'm never gonna make it back to my home
And it feels like a party that's already started
The evolution of Freddy, original teddy, you got it?
He's out, washed up like an old newspaper
Read the headlines, there's a new crew
Comin' for ya' and her name is Baby, get ready to hustle
The route back diggin' your grave with a shovel
What you think, I live in a bubble?
Just 'cause I sit at my desk and run into lyrical trouble
Think I can write a song about a game? I said it, Baby's insane
So lit, it's too hot, my head hurts, I spit flames
Back to the game, Baby's tryin' to locate me
But I'm a ghost in the night security
Protect, serve, nervous, I can't turn back now
Shook nerves, I'm disturbed
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