Lyrics O.G. Original Gamer (K.Flay remix) - MC Lars feat. MC Frontalot
CHORUS
OG
Original
Gamer
Sad
as
"Face
of
a
Stranger"
Lars:
Dad
found
me
on
the
steps
of
the
video
arcade
Oprhan
baby
in
a
basket,
seven
pounds
is
all
I
weighed
And
before
I
learned
to
walk
well
I'd
mastered
Donkey
Kong
Q*bert,
Final
Fight,
Master
Blaster,
and
Pong
Blindfolded
- okay
yeah
I
know
it
sounds
adorable
But
dollars
signs
in
pop's
eyes
grew
creepy
and
deplorable
He
said
Frontalot:
Play
by
the
noises,
follow
the
ding
boing...
Lars:
But
I
can
walk
the
dog
and
do
my
homework?
"no
you're
not
allowed"
Frontalot:
First,
collect
coins!
Kid,
didn't
I
find
you
with
a
controller
in
hand?
Now
why
do
you
got
to
go
and
bring
shame
to
your
old
man?
Same
to
your
old
fans;
you
were
a
child
prodigy
Up
on
a
milk
crate
at
the
cabinet,
making
cottage
cheese
Out
of
anybody'd
put
a
quarter
on
screen.
My
pride
in
you,
extended
like
the
limbs
of
Dhalsim.
All
green
money
motives
must
a
back
seat
take!
Put
the
textbooks
down,
I'm
trying
to
make
you
great
CHORUS
Lars:
Locked
in
the
I
was
drilled
from
the
crib
to
the
stroller
I
messed
up
he'd
beat
me
senseless
with
the
NES
controller
Front:
Kid
listen
I
promise,
it's
for
your
own
good.
Wits
that
you've
shown:
should
you
level
up?
It's
understood!
Lars:
I
hadn't
seen
the
sun
since
'98
like
Sega
Saturn
I've
been
learning
ten-hit
combos
and
the
speed
run
patterns
Front:
More
play,
less
chatter.
You're
a
champion,
kid.
Under
your
mattress
there
had
better
be
some
cartridges
hid.
Lars:
Up
up
down
down
left
right
left
right
B
A
- mad
scary
It's
Clockwork
Orange
meets
Ray
Bradbury
Front:
It's
unnecessary
to
struggle;
you're
fated
to
win,
But
till
you
beat
Bowser,
you
stay
strapped
in.
Lars:
I
want
to
live
a
fun
life,
I've
only
seen
the
sun
twice
I
want
want
real
friends
dad,
Nintendogs
won't
suffice
Front:
Why
do
you
ask
for
nothing
when
the
world
could
be
yours.
Flesh-and-blood
fun's
fleeting.
Seek
eternal
high
scores.
CHORUS
Lars:
I
want
to
go
to
school
and
clean
my
room
I
don't
want
to
sit
here
playing
Doom
3 Can't
you
see
I
need
to
go
out
and
play
yo
Real
sports
like
baseball,
I'm
sick
of
Halo
Front:
Then
you're
sick
of
the
meaning
of
life
--
at
your
age!
Better
try
a
little
harder,
you
want
to
clear
that
stage
And
step
into
the
middle
of
an
existence
examined.
Do
it,
or
you're
grounded:
make
you
play
backgammon.
Lars:
Here's
a
list
of
things
that
I'd
rather
do
Than
sitting
home
playing
Super
Smash
Brothers
with
you
Eat
peas,
do
the
dishes,
walk
the
dog,
mow
the
lawn
Take
your
Wii
and
shove
it,
pops,
I'm
off
you,
I'm
gone.
Peace!
Front:
Don't
joust
with
me
kid,
I'll
go
Berzerk.
After
all
of
your
talent,
all
of
my
hard
work,
All
the
winnings
that
you
earn,
your
celebrity
too,
You
want
to
put
us
on
the
streets,
like
the
TV
movies
do!
CHORUS
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