15Left With The Scraps

-Verse 1- I drop in last, boots hit the ground, The squad already looted every building in town All I get's a crowbar, broken shield, cracked dreams While they’re rockin’ gold gear and laser beams I open a chest… it lets out a sigh Inside: one bandage, and a pistol that's dry They shout, “Let’s push!” — I’m like “With what?” Even the bots won’t take my shot -Pre-Chorus- I’m runnin’ with nothin’, you’re flexin’ with flair You got that mythic rifle, I got despair I try to speak, but I choke on the lag— It’s hard to be brave when you’re carryin’ a mag... -Chorus- I’m left with the scraps, yeah, again and again You loot the dreams while I loot the pain Duct tape and hopes, that's all in my pack While you're drivin’ tanks, I’m ridin’ a yak Ooooh, RNG gods, why do you tease? I beg for a scope, you give me disease Just once, I want gold in my hands— But I’m left with the scraps… and questionable pants. -Verse 2- You ping that vault like “Go get rich!” But all that’s left is a rusty switch A single grenade and a scope for a gun I don’t own I guess I’ll punch this wall… alone -Bridge- “They say it’s just a game…” But I feel the shame… When I bring a rock… to a missile flame!!! -Final Chorus- I’m left with the scraps, and broken pride One health kit and a stick to ride You launch to glory, I trip on shame— No armor, no chance, no kill to my name Loot gods, hear this heavy plea! Send me a gun... with a magazine! 'Cause I’ve had enough of these cruel, cursed maps Where I’m always… left with the scraps. -Outro- "...gg guys... I did 4 damage with a wrench..." "...can someone drop me a better pair of pants?"