One More Leg

Name: One More Leg
Duration: 289 s
Description: One More Leg by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “One more leg… one more leg… Cash-out lookin’ sexy but I never hit accept”

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One More Leg lyrics

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Intro

Screens glowin’ blue… app voice say “bet placed”… crowd swell…

Verse 1

Four screens, four games, pizza boxes on the floor Energy drinks stacked like bricks, I’m the one they ask for “Yo what’s the play?”, I hit ’em with the code, affiliate link They Venmo me the entry, I smile like it’s free Parlay locked at minus three, over fifty, player prop Friends nod like they know, but they just along for the ride I’m the general in this war room, headset on, voice calm Every click feel like power, every slip feel like a bomb

Pre-chorus

One more leg… one more leg… Cash-out lookin’ sexy but I never hit accept

Chorus

One more leg, one more leg, watch the money stretch Parlay king, I’m the villain, put your rent on the line next One more leg, one more leg, odds boost in the chat They call me lucky, I call it math, now reload that

Verse 2

Roommate’s eyes gettin’ wide when the favorite’s down by ten He say “maybe cash out,” I laugh like “you scared of the win” Phone buzzin’ with alerts, every miss feel like a slap But I spin it like a story, “that’s how legends get made” Tuition due on Monday, rent check still in the mail I tell ’em “relax, next slate we eat”, they half believe the tale I see the doubt creep in their face, but I keep the volume high If they tap out early, more for me when the next game flies

Pre-chorus

One more leg… one more leg… Friends lookin’ nervous but the 808 still bangin’

Chorus

Verse 3

Influencers post their wins, apps send “deposit bonus” pings Every game got a prop, every prop got a king I know the math is rigged but the rush feel like oxygen Referral code gettin’ fat while my balance gettin’ thin Friends start checkin’ phones for their own secret plays I sold ’em the dream, now they stuck in the same maze Tuition, rent, food, all background noise tonight I’m the architect of chaos and the chaos feelin’ right

Bridge

Missed shot… bad call… screen go red… Silence in the room like the air got heavy I feel the crack in my own voice when I say “next slate” But I don’t stop, I can’t stop, I just reload

Verse 4

Final leg dies on a last-second three that rims out Whole parlay gone, three hundred down the spout Friends grab their coats, mumble “maybe next time” I laugh it off, type in a new deposit line Referral bonus hit my account, I send the code again “Yo if you sign up you get fifty, just one more spin” They hesitate at the door but I see the hunger creep Same trap I built, same trap they can’t escape

Verse 5

Room empties out, blue light still glowin’ on my face Rent due, tuition due, but the app still got space I fill out the limit increase, heart racin’ like the start Still narratin’ like I’m winnin’, this the comeback arc One more leg… one more leg… the cycle never end I’m the king of this apartment and the king of pretend

Chorus

One more leg, one more leg, watch the money stretch Parlay king, I’m the villain, put your rent on the line next One more leg, one more leg, odds boost in the chat They call me lucky… I call it math… now reload that

Outro

“Bet accepted.”

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