[Verse 1]
Heartbeat steady as the hallway glows,
first sip courage when the pressure grows.
Klemm raises cups to the classics he trusts,
old-label magic shaking off rust.
Flopper sign winks with a purple grin,
Laumi walks by — “maybe later, I’ll spin.”
Person plays cool, leaves Jugg for last,
“Fine, I’m good”—then sips when the storm runs past.
[Pre-Chorus]
Line up, breathe in, count to three,
touch the glass and set us free.
If shadows press, we won’t fade out,
one round stronger, no room for doubt.
[Chorus]
Perk parade, light me up,
Jugger-Nog, paper cup.
Quick Revive, pull me through,
we fall as one and we rise as two.
flopper, deadshot, fast hands yey,
metzel machiato ney.
Stamin-Up, fast feet,
perkaholic, we on fleek.
[Post-Chorus]
No Macchiato — leave it on the shelf,
we like our perks the way they brewed themselves.
[Verse 2]
Blue glow humming by the broken stage,
kind words ready when it hits late-game.
Klemm counts change like a chapel vow,
“Jugger, Quick, Speed, Stamin — now.”
Flopper keeps calling with a foamy crown,
Laumi half-smiles, almost turns around;
Person without Jugg still clutching the lane,
then finally drinks and the screen feels sane.
[Pre-Chorus]
Line up, breathe in, count to three,
touch the glass and set us free.
If shadows press, we won’t fade out,
one round stronger, no room for doubt.
[Chorus — Final]
Perk parade, light me up,
Jugger-Nog, paper cup.
Quick Revive, pull me through,
we fall as one and we rise as two.
flopper, deadshot, fast hands yey,
metzel machiato ney.
Stamin-Up, fast feet,
perkaholic, we on fleek.
[Tag]
No Macchiato — thanks, we’ll pass;
keep the classics — raise your glass.