Make Now, Cry Later

[Intro] Pot hot Hands full Inventory trying to act spiritual [Verse] Before, you had to roleplay every onion Like the stew was a courtship and not a function Now the game just says “Yeah, fine, cook it” And suddenly camp stops feeling crooked Store all selected Chest where it should be Water in fives Look at the mercy [Chorus] Make now, cry later Eat now, fight smarter Every little minute saved Makes the next road softer Make now, cry later That’s grown-player grace A clean prep loop can put steel in your face [Verse] Some folks worship bosses I respect the faith But a well-fed idiot still lasts longer in a bad place [Outro] Pot hot Stars thin The good run starts before the trouble begins