Check out the game's teaser!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfbZ7lAAlrM
Other links:
https://twitter.com/dust__riser
mr-sauceman.neocities.org/dustriser.html

Dust Riser OST - Positive

LYRICS:
Try to stop me bitch you can't
Flying with this shit till the end
Go and do a hit, heaven sent
Heaven sent
(S U P E R, that's how we are)
Heaven sent, heaven sent
Nathan went and got a gun
touch his ace, he'll come undone
run and go grab the spade
Gonna Make these motherfuckers pay
You won't catch me like you did Andrew Tate
keep quiet, master BLJ
Stacy went and got a gun
She got caught, I'm on the run
CUJO don't have a gun
That's cuz I dont need one
Wear these wings on a dad hat
rabies from a bat, call me Papa Pack rat
live like I'm in dragon ball z
What does it mean
Leader of my team
And the Paparazzi
Smooth butter
Hip thruster
You a clutter
I'm a ball buster
Try to stop me bitch you can't
Flying with this shit till the end
Go and do a hit, heaven sent
Heaven sent
(S U P E R, that's how we are)
Heaven sent
Heaven sent, heaven sent
Heaven sent

WINGCAP!

pope joan!

mushin! 無心

the high priestess!

still humble!

tower of ice & glass!

sun and steel!

Hook!
Pop off, drop off, ash in my lung
Phoenix wings singe while the pain still stung
Hot head dash, I’m a burnout blaze
But I run my rage like my Sonic phase

No fam, no plan, no peace, no leash
But I stitch that scar with my thrifted fleece
Grit in my spit, and I took up our lease
I’m a rogue ring thief, and I run from police


Verse 1!
Crashed like a cart in Casino Zone,
Cracked in the dome, i couldn’t leave it alone.
Junk in the chest, heart gone broke,
Gag on the smoke from the bridges that broke.

Snap out spring in a thrift store shoe,
Tags still on with the pain I knew.
Pop one thought, then it ricochet right,
Didn’t get love, thrust quick into fight.

Hook!
Pop off, drop off, ash in my lung
Phoenix wings singe while the pain still stung
Hot head dash, I’m a burnout blaze
But I run my rage like my Sonic phase

No fam, no plan, no peace, no leash
But I stitch that scar with my thrifted fleece
Grit in my spit, and I took up our lease
I’m a rogue ring thief, and I run from police

Verse 2!
Racks in the bag, that Goodwill green
Caps for the cold when the past get mean.
They took the title, tried to claim my crown,
But I flipped that fate like a tag marked down.

Zones on fire, no emerald eye,
Dash past traps when the vault now dry.
Back from the black to the second act,
New game+ and I’m still on track!

Hook!
Pop off, drop off, ash in my lung
Phoenix wings singe while the pain still stung
Hot head dash, I’m a burnout blaze
But I run my rage like my Sonic phase

No fam, no plan, no peace, no leash
But I stitch that scar with my thrifted fleece
Grit in my spit, and I took up our lease
I’m a rogue ring thief, and I run from police

WINGCAP!

Your Pal Cujo

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