New York Millennials - Gamer Grindset

from Reunion Tour by the garages

LYRICS BY: Woosh and ViperSwansong (@ViperSwansong) Main vocals by Woosh Gang vox provided by Rudy Guitar by Klaude (@seraphoniic) Bass by Transatlantic Foe Mix by Fox (@slavfoxman)

[VERSE 1A]
Clocking in, all Day, all Night
Focusing with all of my might
The games will never stop
At least not until I get to the top

[VERSE 1B]
faxing masses get in my way
but ill always be ahead of the game
its always been for them
so I’ll retreat into the lions den

[CHORUS]
Try all you want to break me down, I’ve already done it myself
I’ve got no love, got no scores, got no awards on the shelf
Maybe I’ve just gone insane since I fit the definition 
All these days breaking my back without getting recognition

[VERSE 2A]
Coffee in 1s, 2s and 3s
Choking them down more than I breathe
Words whizz right past my head
But I won’t get off the plate till I’m dead!

[VERSE 2B]
They say “Ana get your head straight! Ana, where's your mind at?”
“Ana can’t do things right! Ana failed an at-bat!”
Well my head is heavy and my minds in a daze
And I’m pretty sure the real me’s in hell getting raised, so-!

[REPEAT CHORUS]
Try all you want to break me down, I’ve already done it myself
I’ve got no love, got no scores, got no awards on the shelf
Maybe I’ve just gone insane since I fit the definition 
All these days breaking my back without getting recognition

[BRIDGE]
I think I need a moment somewhere else
I think I need a moment to myself without the consequence 
It’s all a little too much for this hell
It’s all a little too much for us all can’t you tell
And I’ve got a soul of stone from reflection
But I need to find my sense of direction 
Tired of being my own villain
This bat and ball were made for killin’!

[CHORUS]
So try all you want to bring me down, I’ve already done it myself
And if I got no love from any fan, at least I can bring ‘em hell
It all just feels so insane, but that’s this splort’s definition
I’m making a comeback! Don't care about recognition 

This bullshits all repetition
Fire the ammunition 
God, this ain’t worth the mission
Maybe this needs revision