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Duncecap - What A Tragedy lyrics

Artist: Duncecap

album: I Love Vidja Games


I'm awful, honestly. Understand. They're poppin' my bubble
I'm so in some trouble. They throw a wrench in my jam
I'm focused when It's interesting. Don't take away sunshine
The rain can be beautiful. Open world culture
I prefer it digitally. Don't make me go outside
I'm not a real cowboy. I'm not a real hero
There's no bow on the ending. There's no group full of friends
Hilarious dialogue. Why are we pretending
Gimme my games please. It's true meditation
Please be mindful. I can do this all night
Give it back diatribe. Let's save both our time and I'll wear headphones
I'll be in my room on my phone playing ******* games
You're in a lot of trouble, young man
Gimme back my phone
Do you have any board games
Maybe some crayons or a g** for my face
I'll just go to my friend's. He's got stuff I can play
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. What a tragedy
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. What a tragedy
Whatever you want. dad said you can get
Whatever you want. pressure is on
Already on the on the hunt for my next obsession
Let's get a game that's mad expensive
See, a pretty penny ain't nothing to my pops
Ever since mom threw him out the house
He's like oh so generous. I could get used to this.
Don't even mention it. Broken home benefits
Anyway, I'm ready to play before the
Barcode's scanned and he pays the man
Drive home antsy like, May I unwrap it
No. wait until I say you can
He parks the van and I dart inside
Game in hand. My life starts tonight
Head to the living room. The television's gone
Father, father, what the Hell have you done
I sold the tv to a buddy of mine
Thought it'd be good to get some quality time
I called my mom like, Dad's lost his head
She picked me up, never saw my pops again
By the time we arrived it was time for bed
Visions of pixels lined my head as I tried to rest
The sun finally set and I counted down 'til it would rise again
Waited for the cock to crow
Never took so long for the dawn to show
Went down the stairs in my pajamas
Hopin' I could play a bit before mom awoke
Hold on a second, where'd the console go
It was here last night, that's impossible
Hmph. That's when I saw a note. it read
Come see me for a talk. Oh no
I watched while she opened my report card up
Shucks I didn't work hard enough
I fooled around and I missed my lessons
No more games for the next semester
I understood and hung my head in shame
Playin' snake on my calculator was never the same
Moral of the story is: Get good grades
Otherwise you can't play vidja games. I love vidja games
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. What a tragedy
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. What a tragedy
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. What a tragedy
I can't play cuz my mom and dad are mad at me
I can't play cuz I ran outta batteries
I can't play cuz it's not Saturday
What a tragedy. Oh, what a tragedy

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