Loadin’ Up And Loggin’ On

Crack a cold one, boot the console, slow sun's going down, got nowhere to go. Head set on, I hear the crew roll in, one's got jokes, the other's trying to win. We ain't pros, but man, we play hard, backyard ping, but full of heart. Laughter's louder than the killstreaks fly, and we still trash talk like we're qualifying high. We're just loading up and logging on, with a boat on shore. Wi-Fi running through a screen door. Lock my head but we don't care. Long as the crew's all laughing there. A little bit of aim, a whole lot of barn. We're just loading up and logging on. Jimmy's still pushing like it's ranked tonight Ties going rogue on the left and right Vixen's clapping with a bow and flaring I'm stuck respawning but I'm always there We take breaks just to cast a line Talk trash over beer and pine Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose But it's always golden when it's with this crew We're just loading up and logging on Shooting pixels to the break of dawn Camping out with a bow We're just loading up and logging on. No leaderboards gonna define this squad We're top tier fun with bottom shelf odds In the middle of nowhere with a signal strong Friendships patched in the vibes life long We're just loading up and logging on Trollin' rivers while the squad holds strong With a barber in one hand, mouse in the other We game like Ken, more than brothers Victory's sweet, but the real game's clear It's cracking up with the ones you cheer Last round, y'all.