Verse 1

Queue pops, headset on, I know the map by heart

First round goes sideways, still I make a start

Crosshair drifts a little, shots don't find their mark

But every lost duel leaves a lesson in the dark

Pre-Chorus

Breathe in, shoulders down, check the angle twice

One bad round's a page, not the whole device

Chorus

I keep my head up, I keep my aim true

Miss one, learn one, then I push through

Not there yet, but I'm closer today

Every round I play puts doubt away

Verse 2

Teammate calls the rotate, I’m a second late

I hear the call, I own it, I adjust my pace

No blame in the lobby, no quitting at the screen