Title: Game On Verse 1 I used to wonder where you went, like maybe I was hard to find. But truth donât hide behind a door, it follows you through time. Abuela taught you how to stand, how to speak with your chest. I guess you choose what lessons land, and which ones you forget. You wore your silence like a crown, left your bloodline in the dust. Called yourself a man out loud, but never showed up once. Pre-Chorus Maybe Iâm a little like you, got your fire in my bones. But I turned mine into survival, you just turned yours cold. Chorus Game on, Iâm not that child anymore. Game on, Iâm not crying at your door. Youâll never know me, youâll never hold the pieces I became. I buried your excuses, but I kept my name. Game on, game on, you made a ghost, I made a flame. Verse 2 You couldâve taught me how to fight, but absence taught me first. How to swallow every question, how to bless my own hurt. I know Abuela taught respect, so maybe you just lost the art. Or maybe respect was just a word you never carried in your heart. I built a spine from every year you disappeared from view. And if I look a little familiar, thatâs the tragedy of you. Pre-Chorus Maybe Iâm a little like you, sharp tongue and stubborn mind. But I donât run from what I love, I donât leave my ghosts behind. Chorus Game on, Iâm not that child anymore. Game on, Iâm not crying at your door. Youâll never know me, youâll never hold the pieces I became. I buried your excuses, but I kept my name. Game on, game on, you made a ghost, I made a flame. Bridge Maybe you never learned respect at all. Maybe you only learned how to leave. Maybe blood donât make a father, maybe pain donât make me weak. I donât need your explanation, I donât need your sorry face. I was raised by my own reflection, and I still found grace. Final Chorus Game on, Iâm not your shame anymore. Game on, Iâm not waiting by that door. Youâll never know me, and thatâs the price you chose to pay. I became the storm you ran from, I became the blade. Game on, game on, you lost the right to say my name. Game on, game on, you made a ghost, I made a flame. Outro Abuela taught you respect⊠I guess you chose how to use it. I must be a little like you⊠but youâll never know me. Game on.
