HILL RACE

DA GAME SIMILAR TO HILL CLIMB RACING BUT SHEET.

COINS DONT DO SHEET, ITS COMMUNISM CYKA BLYAD

Hill’s too steep, gas too low,
Tippin' back in my red Volvo.
Rocket boost and monster wheels,
Tryna chase them uphill thrills.

Garage full, tricks are tight,
Fuel can flashing red at night.
One more flip, just one more coin,
Neck snaps back, game ends again.

[Chorus]
Climb till you’re dead, climb till you’re dead,
Gas it, flip it, land on head.
Climb till you’re dead, climb till you’re dead,
Boost the jeep, and break your sled!

[Drop - Chant style]
Flip—spin—land—dead!
Flip—spin—land—dead!
Gas—burn—hill—dread!
Climb till you're—
Climb till you're—

[Verse 2]
Moon map, low grav’ bounce,
Ran outta gas, no coin count.
Snowmobile on slippery slopes,
Neck broke fast—there goes hope.

Tractor stunts or the tank blast,
Rocket sleigh flying way too fast.
All for gold to upgrade ride,
Crash again, but man we tried.

[Chorus again]
Climb till you’re dead, climb till you’re dead,
Touch the sky then fall like lead.
Climb till you’re dead, climb till you’re dead,
Respawn fast and race ahead!