(Verse 1) I load into the bayou, I’m ready to fight, With my trusty old Vetterli and the swamp’s eerie light. But what’s this I hear? My teammate speaks, “Uh, he’s over there!” Oh man, my future looks bleak. (Chorus) He’s on top of that thing, yeah, you know what I mean. They’re in front of us now, but I still haven’t seen. With callouts like these, how can we survive? Random teammates’ nonsense, I’ll never revive. (Verse 2) “Careful, he’s somewhere!” they shout in my ear, My patience is dwindling, my fate’s feeling near. I ping the map, say, “What’s the direction?” They answer back, “Uh... I need some correction.” (Chorus) He’s on top of that thing, yeah, you know what I mean. They’re in front of us now, but I still haven’t seen. With callouts like these, how can we survive? Random teammates’ nonsense, I’ll never revive. (Bridge) The crows are flying, my screen turns red, “Where’d they get you from?” I ask, filled with dread. “Uh... behind something, or maybe the side?” Thanks for the intel, guess I’ll just die. (Chorus) He’s on top of that thing, yeah, you know what I mean. They’re in front of us now, but I still haven’t seen. With callouts like these, how can we survive? Random teammates’ nonsense, I’ll never revive. (Outro) So I queue solo, at least I’m to blame, For every bad move, and each failed aim. But when I hear, “He’s right there!” I’ll still roll my eyes, At those callout blues that never, ever die.
