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Sweet Baby Joe - Perilous | Pop Version

LYRICS: “Sweet Baby Joe” Yeah… Roll the dice, let it go… Sweet Baby Joe… Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Man in the tan van, cruisin’ real slow Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Top of the Nintendome, stealin’ the show Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Never saves the game but he levels up though Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Beard of wisdom glowin’, let the whole world know He’s an unc with the funk in a tan van ride Lookin’ for his fat cat mat tucked inside Bush camper king with a natural flow Rolls a 20-sided die like a carnival show Armor class high, can’t touch that frame Crit hit swing, yeah he plays no game Got a pretzel bag twist with the salt on deck Lives in the wizard’s den with a spell-check flex Dishes out 1-ups like “You get a life!” Pixelated hero in the neon night He never saves progress, nah, he lets it reset Confidence maxed with no regret From the shadows he appears in the glow of the screen Controller in hand, eyes sharp and keen When the dice hit the table, hear the echo say— “Sweet Baby Joe gon’ win today.” Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Man in the tan van, cruisin’ real slow Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Top of the Nintendome, stealin’ the show Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Never saves the game but he levels up though Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Beard of wisdom glowin’, let the whole world know Wizard’s den lit with a mystical vibe Scrolls on the wall and a gamer tribe Bush camper patience, waitin’ in stealth Stackin’ XP, that’s digital wealth Fat cat mat where the legend might nap Dreamin’ up stats for the next map cap Pretzel crumbs fall like confetti rain Every respawn just fuels the flame Armor class solid like cast iron code Critical thinker on a side quest road From tabletop nights to the console throne Sweet Baby Joe built a kingdom of his own Roll it… roll it… watch it land Nat twenty glow in his hand No checkpoint fear, no rewind plan Just beard of wisdom and a master plan Lives in the moment, pixel by pixel Life gets tricky? He keeps it simple Tan van hummin’ down memory lane He loses a round, then he wins again Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Man in the tan van, legend in tow Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Wizard’s den lights with a mystical glow Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Dishing out 1-ups, watch ‘em all grow Sweet Baby Joe, Sweet Baby Joe Never saves the game but he runs the show Yeah… From the bush camp shadows to the console throne Beard of wisdom carved in stone Roll that die, let destiny flow— All hail, Sweet Baby Joe.