The Scrabble Game (Interlude) ft. BrooksOfYork Lyrics

The Scrabble Game

Holidays, I wish I could skip it

Turkey, tree, it doesn't make a difference

This whole house is a battlefield

But this Scrabble Game's got me really trippin'

'Cause I played my Z on my father's E

A triple word that's worth 33

A pronoun that is super legal, so there's no way that he could challenge me

But he flips the table and he flips the board

He flips the finger and he rips the score

He raves about these dying times and how we need another Civil War

And he's mad as fuck at Joe Biden

And protesters that he thinks are violent

He's raving now about vaccines and the night is anything but silent

But I counter him with some calm reason

An olive branch at this festive season

I offer him some food for thought like how Jan 6th was just really treason

I'm citing sources and it's all facts

Making sense and it all tracks

It seems like I'm getting through to him and his white privilege like I've got hacks

But the boomer chimes in before I'm done

And says, "If they're not guilty, then why'd they run?"

He's misanthropic, he's changing topics

And now he says "We're gonna take his guns"

But we never said that we would take his guns

No one said that they would take his guns

He's two seconds from losing a son

But he's no closer to losing guns