(Verse 1)
Back to BO2, where it all began,
Late nights, red eyes, controller in hand.
Lobby full, squad locked, mic too loud,
Trash talk kings, yeah, we made mom proud
Prestige dreams, no skins to buy,
Just hustle, grind, and UAVs in the sky.
From Standoff clutches to Hijacked heat,
We were broke teens with god-tier streaks.
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(Pre-Chorus)
No pay-to-win, no battle pass,
Just heart, skill, and broken glass.
Final killcam, victory roar,
“1v1 me, bro!” – right out the door.
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(Chorus)
Take me back to BO2,
To the nights we never knew
Would become the best we’d ever play,
Now just memories far away.
From Zombies mode to Search and Destroy,
We were loud, we were wild, we were full of joy.
Yeah, we changed, but we all knew—
The realest game was BO2.
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(Verse 2)
I remember split-screen on a Friday night,
Lagging so hard, but the vibes felt right.
Trickshots on Raid, tomahawk spin,
Losing the round, still felt like a win.
Zombies on Tranzit, screaming at the fog,
Running from death with a monkey and a jog.
Power was down, heart on fire,
And no one knew how to ride that damn bus tire
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(Bridge – soft & real)
It wasn’t just the game – it was the time,
When life was simple, and friends were online.
We grew older, but that part stayed true…
Part of me will always live in BO2. 🖤
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(Chorus)
Take me back to BO2,
To the squad I never outgrew.
Late-night lobbies, chaos, thrill,
Prestige Master? Gave me chills.
From Nuketown laughs to rage and cheers,
We owned that game for all those years.
Yeah, we changed, but deep down too…
We're still right there — back in BO2.
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(Outro – fading out)
So if you ever feel lost, or need something true…
Just close your eyes and load up BO2.
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