P.O.D.

Lyrics

Verse1
I've got burnt retinas from a glowin screen
I'm even playin modern warfare in my dreams
Keep focus on my kill death ratio
And team deathmatch is better than fellatio
Surround sounds gonna bring down tha house
my addiction's apparent cause I'm sleepin on tha couch
duty calls for mass amounts of caffeine
an ACOG scope and extra magazines

Verse2
So I'm on the sofa ya I'm layin prone
Fully charged but my girl just got home
I swear she's rockin that cold blooded perk (ninja)
cause my heartbeat sensor doesn't seem to work
her aim's so steady
she's beat me at this same game so many times already
It might seem petty but it's all out war
and she'll play the martyr just to settle the score
and now she wants to watch a movie
that's two more hours till Call of Duty
my enemies UAV is online
and she's takin me out like she's readin my mind

Chorus -
Your girl your game it's modern warfare
Quality time is hard to find
Your girl your game it's modern warfare
Quality time's hard to define

Verse3
Quality time's hard to define
When levelin up is always on your mind
Gotta kill streak goin and a predator missle
One more head shot and I master this pistol
Been online for six straight hours
four days since I took a shower
It's been three days I need to eat
and I'm runnin on only two hours of sleep
My TV and time are under siege
When I wanna be gunnin for my prestige
she wants me to massage her back
I'm thinkin camouflage and poppin caps
she's a looker
much to brag about
but all I can think of is fraggin out
and if this care package drops me more ammunition
or if I have to hear how I never listen
I might get crazy and off myself
then I can just respawn somewhere else
noobtube campin and ladies beware
everything's fair in Love and warfare