I'm a Gamer

(Strophe 1) My gaming rig is glowing wizard-red, In Java I refit it, source on one thread. Two twenty-seven-inch screens, side by side, I scroll with my mouse to Start and slide. Quick glance at my phone—one more Discord check. Then a quick tech sweep—yeah, one more check. Do lag and ping break my flow and kill my pace? CPU, FPS—fit for the chase. (Strophe 2) Friends are online—voices in the headset. We argue a new toy—some fresh gadget. Same inside jokes, cursing, and loud laughing, Here I feel at home—let's keep it smashing. At work I switch off; my head feels just bare. NPC-vibes, a big weight sits there. Gaming's my kingdom, built on tight, clear rules, I'm the king; my foes beg mercy like fools. (Refrain) Level by level, straight into battle, I'm well-known online as Doc Metal. One more round, I swear—then I'm heading out, I'm a gamer; the whole night just plays out. I live the loop each day, same show, same film, Respawn, reload, til I take the clean win. Reality loads; I just hit "skip". Here I'm the king on a pure winner trip. (Strophe 3) My squad is a mix, like hell and heaven. The loudmouth can't still pass level seven. The quiet one you never hear a word, Turns hero in a clutch—it's so absurd. Then there's that dude with hot mic—amigo, Behind him barks the dog named Chico. We're one tight crew, united by one goal, Next match, we take that win on a roll. (Strophe 4) I respect all rivals, while I'm the star. As long as they're still worse than me, by far. If they outplay me, they've got too much time, Or they cheat—I'll start a fight, call it crime. If we take the L, my whole team is trash, I flame in chat—just rage, not any flash. Oh man, oh man—I rage, I jump up, pacing. Maybe I go AFK, stop pacing. (Refrain) Level by level, straight into battle, I'm well-known online as Doc Metal. One more round, I swear—then I'm heading out, I'm a gamer; the whole night just plays out. I live the loop each day, same show, same film, Respawn, reload, til I take the clean win. Reality loads so slowly, I hit "skip". Here I'm the king on a pure winner trip. (Bridge) In voice chat, late-night curses mix with jokes. I'm getting tired though I still down five cokes. I buy a loot box; I should be in bed, One Battle Pass more—then I'm out of chat. (Outro) In real life I feel just like an NPC, In-game I'm hero till I log off. I'm blessed; my lucky account is loaded full, But my wallet screams RIP—kinda dull now. (Refrain) Level by level, straight into battle, I'm well-known online as Doc Metal. One more round, I swear—then I'm heading out, I'm a gamer; the whole night just plays out. I live the loop each day, same show, same film, Respawn, reload, til I take the clean win. Reality loads so slowly, I hit "skip". Here I'm the king on a pure winner trip.