Spending My Thanksgiving In Leonida

[INTRO — Retail scanner beeps, sleigh bells, faint Christmas store music. A phone notification interrupts. Deep 808 bass begins.]

[MALE SPOKEN — DRY SOUTHERN DRAWL]
November nineteenth.

Yeah, I’m calling out.

No, I ain’t sick.

I’m just sick of y’all.

[BEAT DROP — FLORIDA TRAP BASS, TWANGY BANJO LOOP]

[VERSE 1 — BAYLOX, RHYTHMIC COUNTRY RAP]
They say I’m too old to be playing video games,
Too grown for a controller, oughta act my age.
Well, I’m old enough to know what a dollar’s worth,
And how damn hard it is to make one here on Earth.

Forty hours working, still counting every dime,
They want my whole December and my overtime.
Been scraping by so long I forgot what rich means,
But tonight I’m buying mansions on a television screen.

Got bills in the mailbox, got stress in my chest,
Got a boss who thinks a day off means I ain’t doing my best.
But there’s a whole new state waiting past that loading screen,
And I’m taking my vacation where the palm trees gleam.

[PRE-CHORUS — HIGH-LONESOME MELODIC COUNTRY VOCAL]
Let the holiday shoppers fight over the sales,
Let somebody else answer all those emails.
I got a turkey in the oven, got nowhere I gotta be,
And a million virtual dollars waiting on me!

[CHORUS — HUGE COUNTRY-TRAP HOOK, SLEIGH BELLS AND 808]
I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida!
Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner!
They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever,
I’m taking my vacation in Leonida!

Ain’t got a million in the bank, but I’m living like a king,
Got a fast car, beachfront view, and a diamond on my ring.
Real life’s got me broke, but tonight I’m a believer,
I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida!

[VERSE 2 — FASTER COUNTRY RAP, PLAYFUL]
Got my out-of-office set to “Don’t even try,”
Got my phone on silent till the weekend goes by.
They say, “You’re forty-something, shouldn’t you be more mature?”
I said, “I’m mature enough to know what I’m working for.”

I don’t need a yacht, don’t need a private jet,
Just a world where my paycheck ain’t already spent.
I’ll drive down the coast with the radio loud,
Spend a hundred grand and never check my account.

While they’re arguing politics over pumpkin pie,
I’ll be watching pixelated sunsets in the sky.
Got a little bit of country and a whole lotta bass,
And not one angry customer getting in my face!

[PRE-CHORUS — FIDDLE BUILDS INTO TRAP DROP]
Let the Christmas lights blink down the grocery aisle,
I ain’t worn a real vacation smile in a while.
Got a whole world waiting where the highways meet the sea,
And tonight that little screen is enough for me!

[CHORUS — FULL COUNTRY-TRAP DROP]
I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida!
Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner!
They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever,
I’m taking my vacation in Leonida!

[BREAKDOWN — 8-BIT SYNTHS, ARCADE BLEEPS, 808 SUB-BASS]

[MALE RHYTHMIC CHANT]
Clock out! (Hey!)
Log in! (Hey!)
Let the long weekend begin!

Swipe left! (Nah!)
Press play! (Yeah!)
Real-world problems can wait one day!

[BRIDGE — BEAT DROPS TO ACOUSTIC GUITAR AND WARM KEYS]
I ain’t saying life’s a game,
Or that I don’t know what’s real.
But there’s something about getting lost
In a world you don’t have to feel.

I spent my whole life being practical,
Doing what I’m told to do.
And if a little make-believe makes me happy,
What’s that taking away from you?

[FINAL CHORUS — HIGH-LONESOME COUNTRY MELODY OVER FULL TRAP BASS]
I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida!
Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner!
They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever,
I’m taking my vacation in Leonida!

[OUTRO — SLEIGH BELLS, RETRO GAME STARTUP SOUND]

[MALE SPOKEN]
They asked if I could cover Black Friday.

I said, “Sorry, I’m out of state.”

Technically…

Leonida IS a state.

[END — GAME START SOUND, FINAL 808 HIT]

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[INTRO — Retail scanner beeps, sleigh bells, faint Christmas store music. A phone notification interrupts. Deep 808 bass begins.] [MALE SPOKEN — DRY SOUTHERN DRAWL] November nineteenth. Yeah, I’m calling out. No, I ain’t sick. I’m just sick of y’all. [BEAT DROP — FLORIDA TRAP BASS, TWANGY BANJO LOOP] [VERSE 1 — BAYLOX, RHYTHMIC COUNTRY RAP] They say I’m too old to be playing video games, Too grown for a controller, oughta act my age. Well, I’m old enough to know what a dollar’s worth, And how damn hard it is to make one here on Earth. Forty hours working, still counting every dime, They want my whole December and my overtime. Been scraping by so long I forgot what rich means, But tonight I’m buying mansions on a television screen. Got bills in the mailbox, got stress in my chest, Got a boss who thinks a day off means I ain’t doing my best. But there’s a whole new state waiting past that loading screen, And I’m taking my vacation where the palm trees gleam. [PRE-CHORUS — HIGH-LONESOME MELODIC COUNTRY VOCAL] Let the holiday shoppers fight over the sales, Let somebody else answer all those emails. I got a turkey in the oven, got nowhere I gotta be, And a million virtual dollars waiting on me! [CHORUS — HUGE COUNTRY-TRAP HOOK, SLEIGH BELLS AND 808] I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner! They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever, I’m taking my vacation in Leonida! Ain’t got a million in the bank, but I’m living like a king, Got a fast car, beachfront view, and a diamond on my ring. Real life’s got me broke, but tonight I’m a believer, I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! [VERSE 2 — FASTER COUNTRY RAP, PLAYFUL] Got my out-of-office set to “Don’t even try,” Got my phone on silent till the weekend goes by. They say, “You’re forty-something, shouldn’t you be more mature?” I said, “I’m mature enough to know what I’m working for.” I don’t need a yacht, don’t need a private jet, Just a world where my paycheck ain’t already spent. I’ll drive down the coast with the radio loud, Spend a hundred grand and never check my account. While they’re arguing politics over pumpkin pie, I’ll be watching pixelated sunsets in the sky. Got a little bit of country and a whole lotta bass, And not one angry customer getting in my face! [PRE-CHORUS — FIDDLE BUILDS INTO TRAP DROP] Let the Christmas lights blink down the grocery aisle, I ain’t worn a real vacation smile in a while. Got a whole world waiting where the highways meet the sea, And tonight that little screen is enough for me! [CHORUS — FULL COUNTRY-TRAP DROP] I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner! They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever, I’m taking my vacation in Leonida! Ain’t got a million in the bank, but I’m living like a king, Got a fast car, beachfront view, and a diamond on my ring. Real life’s got me broke, but tonight I’m a believer, I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! [BREAKDOWN — 8-BIT SYNTHS, ARCADE BLEEPS, 808 SUB-BASS] [MALE RHYTHMIC CHANT] Clock out! (Hey!) Log in! (Hey!) Let the long weekend begin! Swipe left! (Nah!) Press play! (Yeah!) Real-world problems can wait one day! [BRIDGE — BEAT DROPS TO ACOUSTIC GUITAR AND WARM KEYS] I ain’t saying life’s a game, Or that I don’t know what’s real. But there’s something about getting lost In a world you don’t have to feel. I spent my whole life being practical, Doing what I’m told to do. And if a little make-believe makes me happy, What’s that taking away from you? [FINAL CHORUS — HIGH-LONESOME COUNTRY MELODY OVER FULL TRAP BASS] I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! Got a controller in my hand and my feet up on the recliner! They can keep the overtime, keep the Black Friday fever, I’m taking my vacation in Leonida! Ain’t got a million in the bank, but I’m living like a king, Got a fast car, beachfront view, and a diamond on my ring. Real life’s got me broke, but tonight I’m a believer, I’ll be spending my Thanksgiving in Leonida! [OUTRO — SLEIGH BELLS, RETRO GAME STARTUP SOUND] [MALE SPOKEN] They asked if I could cover Black Friday. I said, “Sorry, I’m out of state.” Technically… Leonida IS a state. [END — GAME START SOUND, FINAL 808 HIT]

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