Mom, I’m Mid-Game

[Verse 1]
Got the headset on
Red light on that cam
Chat blowin’ up
Bout to fry this clan
Controller in my hand
Finger on that aim
Level up the channel
This is more than some game
[Pre-Chorus]
Then I hear boots
Down the hall, oh man
Door flies open
There goes my plan
[Chorus]
Mom, I’m mid-game
Can’t you see I’m locked in?
Got a thousand folks watchin’
Every move that I’m in
You’re yellin’ ‘bout dishes
While I’m goin’ for the win
Mom, I’m mid-game
Why you barging in?
[Verse 2]
She’s talkin’ ’bout trash
And the lawn, and the mail
I’m talkin’ ’bout ranks
About to finally scale
She’s pointin’ at clothes
Piled up on my chair
I’m watchin’ that timer
Got my squad all there
[Pre-Chorus]
She says, “You can pause”
I say, “That ain’t how it works”
She rolls her eyes
Like I’m speakin’ in words she’s never heard
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I ain’t tryin’ to be mean
I just want one round clean
But every time I hit my stride
You’re stormin’ inside
So I mute the mic, grit my teeth
Say, “Please just give me time, at least”
I’ll mow that yard when this war is done
Let me finish this one
[Chorus]

country, Modern country-rock with male vocals; twangy Telecaster riffs over a steady backbeat, big low-end and bright acoustic strums. Verses stay conversational and tight, drums sitting in a mid-tempo pocket. Chorus explodes with stacked gang vocals and a simple sing-along hook, barroom claps, and a slide guitar answering the vocal lines. Short bridge strips to just vocal, kick, and picked guitar before a final full-band chorus.