GW2 treasure

[Verse 1] Portal hop, mount and glide, jumping mushrooms, hold on tight! Ley lines buzzing (“Boost engage!”), tangled depths, we fly by night. Skyscale sass, raptor dash, roller beetle hits the gas, Choya dancing in a circle, someone please explain this class?! (“Why is my mech stuck inside the wall?!”) [Pre-Chorus] Risen waves in Orr still stink (“Eww!”), Waypoints locked, I need a drink. (“Stuck in combat!”) Laggy maps and zerg stampedes, Still chasing cursed achievement needs! [Chorus] Ping the squad, let's roll the dice, Daily chaos, but that's the price. Rifts are tearing, dragons scream, Map’s on fire, we chase the dream! Dash through storms and lost control, Someone fell in Tequatl’s hole! Tag and bag, no time to plead, We live for hype, not guaranteed! Glide, dodge, tag and bounce (“Tag that shroom!”), Meta fail? Let’s still announce! Laugh or cry, it’s all technique - Living large in Tyria’s mystique! [Verse 2] Crab toss games and festival bugs, Lion’s Arch with RP hugs. Mesmer tricked me off a cliff “Rude!”, Precursor chance? That’s just a myth! “I farmed 3000 dust and still got nothing.” [Pre-Chorus] Tagging chests, then disappear “Shadowstep out!”, Drakkar’s eye fills me with fear. Jade bots break, the skritt still steal, But shinies give that dopamine feel! [Chorus] Ping the squad, let's roll the dice, Daily chaos, but that's the price. Rifts are tearing, dragons scream, Map’s on fire, we chase the dream! [Bridge] Yeah - Mech’s stuck in terrain, but I’m still poppin’ boons, Lookin’ cute in WvW, while you're cryin’ over runes. TP’s broke? I got style, Skin game lethal, fashion's wild. Crafting mats in 20 banks, Legend dreams, but zero thanks. Jumpin’ puzzles? Nah, I cheat - Port me, queen, my heels ain’t beat. "I don’t jump, I delegate.” Skritt stole my gold? That’s lore, Still swipe that node and click for more. Victory dance in Arcdium pink, Deadeye wink - you missed, I think~ [Chorus] Dash through storms and lost control, Someone fell in Tequatl’s hole! Tag and bag, no time to plead, We live for hype, not guaranteed! [Bridge] Mail is full, bags exploding, Achievements that I’m still decoding. Revive train’s got no brakes, We all log in for chaos’ sakes! “Okay, last one... unless it drops a key...” [Chorus] Ooh, treasure, no leisure WvW, commander’s pressure (“Hold EBG!”). Patch day lags and glowy wings, We live for all the shiny things! Zoom, crash, misplace that kite, Wrong fractal, still feels right. From Drizzlewood to Verdant Brink, We play on edge - don’t even blink! “You died. Fashionably.”