Back in BO1

(Verse 1)

Back on the PS3, headset on tight,

Wi-Fi trash, but we stayed up all night.

Famas in hand, Ghost Pro equipped,

No skill-based BS – just full clip.

Crossbow shots and RC-XD,

Camping on Summit? That ain't me

Running from dogs, claymore in the hall,

And if it’s Nuketown – oh, we goin’ brawl!

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(Chorus)

Take me back to BO1, where the game was pure,

Hardpoint, Domination, we were hardcore for sure.

Split screen with the boys, yelling “HE’S RIGHT THERE!”

No Warzone maps, just true skill and flair.

From Nuketown to Firing Range,

Zombies and rage – it never felt strange.

We were legends with a PlayStation gun,

COD life hit different… back in BO1

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(Verse 2)

Kino der Toten, flashlight flickers,

Juggernog hits, round 20 gets quicker.

Crawlers creepin’, Ray Gun blast,

Revive me bro – “YOU’RE THE LAST!”

Prestige grind, no skins, no flex,

Just killstreaks, sweat, and respect.

Motion sensor, Blackbird in the sky,

If you got the Chopper Gunner – they all die

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(Chorus)

Take me back to BO1, where the grind was real,

No pay-to-win, just skill and feel.

Cross-map tomahawks, S&D heat,

Every lobby lit – trash talk elite.

From Havana to Cracked, we knew the code,

Banter, betrayal, that BO1 mode.

No battle pass, no fake fun –

We were raw, we were loud, back in BO1

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(Bridge)

Now I boot up, but it ain’t the same,

Too much flash, not enough game.

Miss those days on PS3,

Just me, the squad… and history