
They say its Black and White
But real ones know
It all a green screen
Boys trapped for hours moving to the beat
That’s just the way the game’s played
The odds are always stacked
On the block
Squares get spun
For the wrong move
That’s just the way the game’s played
Little white lines
Can shift your whole position
From riding high
To Empty
Space on a playing field
That’s just the way the game’s played
And we’re all just pieces
That don’t fit the design
Takin’ L’s when caught in a line up
Watch us all disappear
That’s just how the game’s played
But who has the controller?
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