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This is a song I made for one of the most in depth games and loved games that I have ever played. I hope that you guys enjoy it.
LYRICS:
Verse 1
You know I, Buy em, stack em, load em, strap em into the cargo hatch and I,
Take em out the dock, keepin it on lock, so I can make that cash and I,
Plot routes for optimizin',
credits per minutes flying,
stacking money every jump that I'm makin', if you don't you're not trying.
Frame shift and I'm leaving, Gotta make stacks, Type-9 leavin' space tracks,
quick dock and I'm pickin it up, getting paid in a couple of jumps.
Code group always trying to take my cuts, interdict me and shoot me up.
Just because theirs four of you and one of me, y'all be thinking I'm givin it up?
Hell I, Part with nothin', y'all be frontin full shields up while I'm jumpin,
Thanks for trying never happen my credits keep on stacking.
Diso on track and, Fifty corn in the back and, Lock route next station,
never keep em waiting, fill them cargo racks in and let's fly.
Chorus
We trading, Big Shipments of Fujin Tea, we doing Big Shipments of Kobi Beef,
we doing Big Shipments up in Toxandji,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
We trading big shipments of Lave Brandy, we doing Big Shipments back to Orrere, we doing Big shipments up in Momus Reach,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
Verse 2
You can catch me pickin up snake skins from Rapa Bao, makin jumps like my name was Mario, Couple mil for an hour of work or so, sit back check maps and here we go. Looks like they need tea in Kinago, pick me up a violin for sure, now every time every place every where I go, I trade them goods so quick it's touch and go.
Now these mother suckas hunt me cause got more freight than a couple ships. and they always try to interdict but if you catch a shot from my beams then it won't be a little hit.
Go back and train you incompetent wannabe stitch and step up your gun class. I've never seen pink training wheels stuck on a ship and your shields seem to drop down so fast.
I play Elite so Dangerous, so mad you just can't take it. Commander if you hating I then you watch while I strip your ship butt naked.
Straight Take it, You gotta trade everyday slap the jump drive and hold on. Strap the cash in the back as I'm flying to Volkhab grabbing drones to deliver to your mom.
Docking 9's like a pro drone, this the track I be makin my Doughs on, ain't the track that you doze on, but when trade get's hot then the ships start poppin like o-zone,
The credits that we make could fill a van, Billy Mays couldn't get much bigger man. Buy low sell high, gonna trade til I die, that's the day in the life of a Trader Man.
Chorus
We trading, Big Shipments of Fujin Tea, we doing Big Shipments of Kobe Beef,
we doing Big Shipments up in Toxandji,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
We trading big shipments of Lave Brandy, we doing Big Shipments back to Orrere, we doing Big shipments up in Momus Reach,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
This is a song I made for one of the most in depth games and loved games that I have ever played. I hope that you guys enjoy it.
LYRICS:
Verse 1
You know I, Buy em, stack em, load em, strap em into the cargo hatch and I,
Take em out the dock, keepin it on lock, so I can make that cash and I,
Plot routes for optimizin',
credits per minutes flying,
stacking money every jump that I'm makin', if you don't you're not trying.
Frame shift and I'm leaving, Gotta make stacks, Type-9 leavin' space tracks,
quick dock and I'm pickin it up, getting paid in a couple of jumps.
Code group always trying to take my cuts, interdict me and shoot me up.
Just because theirs four of you and one of me, y'all be thinking I'm givin it up?
Hell I, Part with nothin', y'all be frontin full shields up while I'm jumpin,
Thanks for trying never happen my credits keep on stacking.
Diso on track and, Fifty corn in the back and, Lock route next station,
never keep em waiting, fill them cargo racks in and let's fly.
Chorus
We trading, Big Shipments of Fujin Tea, we doing Big Shipments of Kobi Beef,
we doing Big Shipments up in Toxandji,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
We trading big shipments of Lave Brandy, we doing Big Shipments back to Orrere, we doing Big shipments up in Momus Reach,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
Verse 2
You can catch me pickin up snake skins from Rapa Bao, makin jumps like my name was Mario, Couple mil for an hour of work or so, sit back check maps and here we go. Looks like they need tea in Kinago, pick me up a violin for sure, now every time every place every where I go, I trade them goods so quick it's touch and go.
Now these mother suckas hunt me cause got more freight than a couple ships. and they always try to interdict but if you catch a shot from my beams then it won't be a little hit.
Go back and train you incompetent wannabe stitch and step up your gun class. I've never seen pink training wheels stuck on a ship and your shields seem to drop down so fast.
I play Elite so Dangerous, so mad you just can't take it. Commander if you hating I then you watch while I strip your ship butt naked.
Straight Take it, You gotta trade everyday slap the jump drive and hold on. Strap the cash in the back as I'm flying to Volkhab grabbing drones to deliver to your mom.
Docking 9's like a pro drone, this the track I be makin my Doughs on, ain't the track that you doze on, but when trade get's hot then the ships start poppin like o-zone,
The credits that we make could fill a van, Billy Mays couldn't get much bigger man. Buy low sell high, gonna trade til I die, that's the day in the life of a Trader Man.
Chorus
We trading, Big Shipments of Fujin Tea, we doing Big Shipments of Kobe Beef,
we doing Big Shipments up in Toxandji,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.
We trading big shipments of Lave Brandy, we doing Big Shipments back to Orrere, we doing Big shipments up in Momus Reach,
I'm just a trader man selling cross the galaxy.